Washington

I love Washington. No matter how much I love the city, how much I would love to move back to New York and live at a million miles a minute, there's something that fits about being in the slower lane. There's something that I can't describe about the way I feel when there's the slightest possibility that I'll see something like a bald eagle sitting on someone's house, or short nose dolphins playing, or discover a tiny island called Guemes Island.

Something about seeing things that are exciting, that I've never seen, that make me excited and want to cry at the same time.

Places that have no explanation.

Places that are too beautiful for words, where rabbits hop around everywhere and I see things like spotted shrimp from an empty boat dock.

Things that remind me that I've made the most amazing friends ever.

A feeling that comes when the air is clean and clear and bald eagles fly.

And where totem poles roam free.

Oh, and where I can run into my sister at the airport in front of some crazy art that has an owl and a dragonfly on crack...just like us.

Maybe if this crazy person weren't there it wouldn't be the same....maybe.

Also, I've decided not to proof read this. Hopefully it makes sense after pausing to load pictures. mmuahahaha.