One. I am not in Chicago. I know this because every time I look out my window just to make sure, I can still see the Capitol dome. But if the dome suddenly disappeared and replaced itself with the Sears Tower (or, er, whatever it’s called now?), I WOULD NOT BE SURPRISED. There is some sort of highly scientific meteorological phenomenon going on in which the snow we could have gotten never came (thank heavens) but only because it has apparently traded itself in for The Breath Of The Angry Weather Gods. I woke up multiple times last night because of THE WIND. It is noisy. Also, cold.
Two. Did you know there is an entire Wikipedia article dedicated to the Capitol dome? I know this because I googled it to make sure it wasn’t supposed to be capitalized. Now what I really want to know is: who on earth would READ that?
Three. Tomorrow night one of the girls from an earlier class of my fellowship is hosting a little shindig so all of the old DC-area alums can meet the new DC-area alums. It will involve wine, lovely people, and copious amounts of intellectual conversation. By all indicators, it looks to be a delightful evening. (For the record, the intellectual conversation isn’t PLANNED. It’s inevitable and will occur whether we like it or not. But I will probably like it.)
Four. It’s 2:10 pm. I just made coffee. Does this mean anything bad?
Five. Guess what? By this time next week, my sister will be here! Well, not here, on my couch, but here in the city! (She will not be on my couch because she opted, when presented with the choice, to stay with our awesome friends in their actual guest room in their beautiful townhouse in northern Virginia instead of sleeping in a 500-square-foot third-floor city apartment shared by five twenty-something girls. Bizarre, to say the least.) She’s coming for five days and she is bringing my sweet chubby-cheeked little nephew with her, and we’re going to do absolutely nothing touristy and just sit around and hang out, and it’s going to be AWESOME.
Six. It is now 3:47 pm (no, I am not the world’s slowest writer, I just took a break to video chat with the aforementioned awesome sister, another one of my awesome sisters, and the cutest niece in the entire world) and I want to make MORE coffee. I think maybe there really is something wrong with me.
Seven. People say a lot of things about city life, some of which are more accurate than others, but one thing I have discovered to be true is that the city—this city—is a good place to meet people. In the few weeks that I’ve been here (it’s actually been a month, but I don’t think the week I spent snowbound in Virginia, delightful as it was, really counts on the social exposure front), I’ve made so many delightful new friends that if I were to try to list them I’m sure I’d unintentionally leave someone out. I feel so blessed to be here, to be surrounded by such wonderful people.
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In answer to #2, upon learning that there was an entire Wikipedia article devoted to the dome, I read it. But I was disappointed to find that it was mostly the rubbish they tell in the new Capitol visitor center (e.g. numbers of columns around the edges), rather than the interesting symbolism and architecture. Flunk.
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