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The one where I've learned a few DC lessons

Almost 2 months of DC living and here are the things I've made note of:

-I am of 'perfect' height to have my face plastered into armpits of men who are holding on to metro rail.
-Heels. I've been here less than 2 months and have worn down the heel of 2 brand new pairs.
-While I thought most people would pack their dress shoes to avoid hurting their feet and then wear tennis shoes in their commute- I'm beginning to think it's to preserve the shoes. Priorities, people!
-Fresh flowers. Easy to come by and worth every penny to keep them fresh in your house.
-Church on the weekend means dealing with the metro on the weekend. Not good.
-I LOVE running in DC. Gorgeous sites. New trails. It's good.
-Stand on the right. Walk on the left. Never forget.
-Metro workers are not often happy people.
-Walking to get groceries means you can go a LONG time without any groceries.
-Everybody is SOMEbody in this city.
-And in regards to that last statement- I feel VERY out of place here. But having fun, nonetheless!
-You walk a lot. Especially if you are not quite sure where metro stops are. Because then you backtrack.
-Also. While walking- you most likely will be staring at your phone willing that blue GPS dot to move in the right direction. And most often it doesn't. And then once again- more backtracking
-The blue dot. Your friend. Move dot, move!


More on DC lessons later.

I'm anxiously awaiting the #Snowquester. They say it's gonna get cuh-ray-zee. Bring. It. On.


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  1. James ReidMarch 6, 2013 at 10:51 AM

    We are planning a trip to D.C. this summer, we will take the Metro advice to heart!

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