My favorite picture of DC to date.
Saturday was a very special day. You see, it was the one year anniversary of my move out of North Carolina and into the DMV (not the Division of Motor Vehicles, the District/VA/MD area). I would say my move to DC but people up here get a little technical and I was really in Arlington, VA all along. However! As of this weekend I’m a legit DC resident, so next year this will be an ode to my first real year in DC proper.
What a year it has been! Remember when I wrote a post about my first month here?! That feels like forever ago. It’s so funny to me that I moved here on July 19th of last year and moved to my new place on July 19th of this year. And July 19th of two years ago was the day I got dumped, which is also kinda funny–and totally not a coincidence, I see what you’re doing here, God. I spent a year in NC working through things, packed my bags and said it’s time to blow this popsicle stand, and then spent a year here figuring things out. And you know what? I feel good. I feel really, really good. DC feels like home. It’s so weird having a childhood home and now an adult home that are completely different. Every time I go back to NC I’m reminded of how much I love it and appreciate the first 21 years of my life spent there. But at the same time, I’m reminded of how much I love my new home and how happy I am I made this leap.
Sometimes it doesn’t feel like a very big deal to me, this move. I’m only 5 hours from home (NYC was much further), I lived with my best friend (instead of strangers or alone), and I worked in a field I know and love (childcare). But really, 5 hours is a long way, especially with traffic–and DC and GSO are worlds apart in almost every way. I may have lived with my best friend but we were both new to the area and had to learn our way around together. And while I have worked in childcare before, I’ve never helped to raise two babies from the age of four months old. It’s been a lot of new stuff.
But I found my groove. I learned how to drive here, one of my biggest accomplishments in the last year (not kidding, I brag about this all the time). I already knew how much I loved and could handle public transportation but that love just grew even more–although I still haven’t taken a bus, gotta get on that one. I learned how to tell the difference between a hungry cry, a grumpy cry, and a sleepy cry. I learned how to keep two babies alive and to help them thrive. I learned how very hard it is to make friends and meet people once college ends. But I also learned that I do really well on my own. Some of my favorite days over the past year were spent exploring the city on my own. This day and this day being some of the best. I learned how to be a good host and to show my (amazing) friends and family a good time in my new city. I finally figured out what I really want to do with my life and started running towards it.
And I learned a lot about myself.
It’s been a damn good year. A few days ago, I realized we were halfway through 2014 and I took a second to think about how my year was going. 2013 sucked. It just did. There were highlights, but it was a hard year for me and I was happy to bid it farewell. But 2014? 2014 and I are getting along really well. I’ve made friends, cried WAY less (just keepin’ it real), taken trips, started graduate school, gone on adventures, laughed until I cried, and loved hard. Whether I was loving on this city, people, a certain puppy dog, a book, a baby, or a monument–I have found things I love and latched onto them to create a remarkable life up here. I’m very proud of this year.
Cheers to many, many more years together, DC!