With a new camera in hand and idle summer days passing by, I'm starting this blog to document my life as I approach my final year of college and potentially my last year of living in Washington, D.C. I used to have a LiveJournal from the ages of 13 to 18, but I've let so much pass by since I left Wantagh for a new city. I think about the time I spent in Rome in Spring 2010 and wish I had kept better track of my days there. I miss being able to relive all those time-sensitive thoughts, feelings and observations. So, as perhaps a way for my friends and family to know what I'm up to, but more for my own personal reflection, I'm making a promise to myself to start and keep this blog.
Where to start? How about right now? I'd say the present is what is inspiring me to start this blog. I've been sitting on my bed with my best friend Chelsea for about 3 hours. We're reveling in the wake of a great night- there was sangria, jazz, loving and friends. And although the city is at our fingertips, Chelsea is a University of Maryland alumna, so we're perfectly content chilling hard. In any case, our activities have been aimed towards self-improvement. So far, we have perfected a bomb résumé for me, she's applied to jobs, I organized all of my bookmarks on my browser, I had a good cry, and we've had a supportive discussion about where we want to see our lives going. For me, this includes blogging.
I'm blessed to have a friend like Chelsea. We became friends when I was in 7th grade because we were both on the Cross Country team, and used to talk about anything and everything on AIM (her screen name was fishin4corn, mine was applejax6290). In her I have a friend who is loyal and the best listener. She analyzes everything to no end, which is both harmful and beneficial. But what I appreciate most about her is that she always perceives me as the best person I can be. Meaning, she is able to remind me of my core values and what makes me who I am. One of those things is a writer. After a day like today, writing seems like something I have to return to. And so I dedicate this post to Chelsea.
Tonight, we're going to my favorite restaurant in D.C., Zorba's in Dupont Circle. I've been going at least once a fortnight, but I can't help when the food is excellent and the owner comps my roommates and I carafes of wine. After that, we'll head to the H St. Corridor for our friend Mike's surprise going away party.
Welp, here's to this blog.
One more thing- a mix called "Namaste, Motherfuqqer."
