August 28 — Morning drive through DC
I stared out the window dumbly as I drove with Seamus to his workplace. DC passed by in the wordless bustle of commuting. I felt surprisingly indifferent about it.
I thought about the 395 bridge that crosses over the Potomac, the beautiful green bike paths of GW Parkway, the chaotic half-roundable in front of Union Station, the aged spires of Georgetown University, the friend sitting next to me. Would I come to miss them?
With time, I supposed I probably would, but now was a time for looking forward, across a nation, to a city in the Pacific Northwest where a certain blonde was on her way to her first day of classes.