There were no organized D.C. tours and I had homework to do on Wednesday night, so my hotel room was the closest I got to all the action. If you squint hard, you can see the Washington Monument and Jefferson Memorial:
It took me until the next morning to realize I was right across the road from the Pentagon:
Here's what I really took away though --
When I flew in and had a clear picture of all the monuments, it hit me that I was 18 when I was last in D.C. I was green, loved politics, and believed I could change the world (what 18 year old doesn't think that?). I returned this week, age 28, jaded by politics. So I can't decide if I want to go back anytime soon. Do I need to return, to figure out what got me interested in politics and government in the first place? Or should I stay back in Indiana where things are a little brighter? Maybe I just need to wait until 2013?
1 comment:
We can't lose the wonder of it, Molly. D.C. is one of my favorite places in all the world...and it's easy to forget the miracles that brought it into existence. Always go back, again and again, and take your husband...then take your kids someday.
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