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Washington D.C., Day 1

June 14, 2010

This city is my temporary home.

Ever since I was a little kid, I’ve had problems sleeping in new places. If the slightest thing is off about the lighting or if there is a new noise, I toss and turn and feel out of place. As a pre-teen, this often resulted in me leaving sleepover parties before the not-sleeping part even began. At this point, when an unfamiliar shade of light shines through drapes that don’t seem like they want to close as much as they should, I blog.

Today was my first day in Washington D.C., our nation’s capital and the city that I’m going to call home for the next eight weeks while working for (hopefully) The Daily Caller and completing a course at George Washington University. I’m not completely certain what my goals for this summer are, as I typically have some time to recharge my batteries after burning them down as much as possible towards the end of the school year. This summer, though, there is no recharging time. I simply have to enter the world and be professional, doing the best that I can while staving off that fear of all writers everywhere: burning out.

At the same time, I am adapting to a new city which, in all actuality, represents my first real experience with a big city. There are things that scare me about cities: there are too many people, there is too much noise, there is a sense of imminent danger. At the same time, though, there are also things that I love about cities: there is a sense of vibrancy and urgency that are just absent in smaller cities and towns, for instance. It is that spark that I am relying on to keep me energized for these eight weeks, which I hope are going to be a constant thrill and are going to fly by, but which I fear will leave me feeling exactly what I am — alone in a big city — more often than not.

I’m scared. This experience is one of those major steps into adulthood that we all have to take at one point or another, blindfolding our eyes and leaping into a body of water, hoping there aren’t sharks sitting there waiting for us. I have no conclusive answer to that yet, but, for now, it seems like there are other people taking the same leap with me.

I don’t think we’re all clutching at straws — at least I didn’t get that impression tonight when a group of us partook in trivia night at a local bar, taking second place against groups of snarly veterans — and that thought might help me sleep better tonight than I would otherwise.

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