moving in is awkward and i feel like i live surrounded by boxes. other than that i love my new place. i love the red headed waiter at the coupe, the father and son at the Ethiopian cafe. i love the graffiti, the riff-raff, the little girl with beads in her hair that walks by like a butterfly. i love each brightly painted row house, and the hydrangeas that try to drown it. i love the grimacing lawyers, girls who are prettier than their partners and grumpy and/or sassy metro workers. i like how the air is hot the sun is out but never too bright and the gazillion accents that sweep you away when you run to the Lincoln memorial. you rush up the stairs and are awe-struck by this marble god, like it is the first time you've seen it.
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