When I was in college, every now and then I went into Washington, D.C. I would drive to Shady Grove and take the Red Line into the city. By senior year, when riding in, I would think, “This is where I want to live.” And I do. I don’t live in the apartment buildings that I had stared at through the Metro window, but I live a mere 2 miles from one of those stops. And I’m creating a life for myself. As I rode home last night, I was just very content—with where I was, with who I am, with where I’m going. And it was happy.
Current song in my head:
“You Don’t Have To Say You Love Me”