An Ode to Living in D.C.

Some of us get up every work day and take the Metro, quickly finding ourselves standing on a platform waiting 10 minutes to board, as two trains pass without stopping. Others take a bus downtown that breaks down or gets stuck in unenviable traffic — taking 40 minutes instead of 20 to get you to your final destination. Maybe you drive and you get there fairly quickly but you pay $250 a month and curse yourself at the absurd cost. But then you find yourself on a weekend evening standing in front of the National Cathedral, overhearing the sounds of an organist playing. It’s dark, getting cold outside but the scenery is spectacular. And, then you think, I’m damn lucky to live here.

National Cathedral at night
National Cathedral at night

This is a guest post by GoDCer Erin (aka, Mrs. Ghost)

About Erin

Erin grew up in a number of different states on the east coast, but has fallen in love with D.C. ever since she moved here in 2004. Despite a long bout of geographic wanderlust, the fantasy of living somewhere else was trumped 11 years ago by her love of Washington, DC.

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