Regrets? Nonsense

The ending of my special DC semester begs the question, Do I have any regrets? And I answer confidently, absolutely not. You see, I have experienced DC for all its worth. I have made quality, life-long friends and traveled all over the eastern seaboard with them. I have stood for many minutes in front of paintings and contemplated how they make me feel. I love Jan Lieven's paintings, if only I could glow like the figures he paints! I have walked the city's monuments in the sun and the dark. I have overlooked the city from atop the Washington Monument. I have kayaked in the Potomac and ridden a bike around the Mall. I drove up the coast to Boston and explored that history-filled city. I toured Mt. Vernon and Monticello. I spent two separate weekends in New York City. I have seen shows and taken advantage of our close proximity to Georgetown shops. I have eaten my share of delicious food and spent far too much money. 

More than listing all of these activities, though, I have felt a connection with this city. There is a farmers market east of the capitol called, aptly, Eastern Market, which I go to almost every Saturday. I adore markets; they instantly make me feel like a local. And the blue bucks with pecan topping are fantastic, especially shared with Heather and enjoyed sitting on the cement floor in front of a raw meat case. Being here in the fall really helps because I love the changing leaves and that brisk air backed by blue skies. Experiencing all these things with people I have grown to love makes each piece special and crafts a beautiful puzzle that fits together in my memory.