Somehow, I’ve already been in D.C. for two weeks. It feels like the clock’s hands have been spinning double time, and I expect that the rest of my time here will continue to feel the same. It’s both energizing and overwhelming, being so conscious of time, trying to make the most of every day. Limits sometimes play a pretty incredible role in appreciation, no?
Considering the push to go, see, do, I think I’ve done a decent job so far of balancing the settling in and the getting out. Anyone who follows me on Instagram has been seeing a series of “epic ______ (Trader Joe’s, Target, IKEA) trek via metro” photos. My apartment now has both food and plates from which to eat it. I took a tip from dorm rooms everywhere and hung some Christmas lights above my bed, which have been doing quite a lot to up the coziness factor in my room. Things are good.
I’ve been working Monday through Thursday all day and Fridays until noon, taking off in the afternoon to wander a different Smithsonian. I know it’s such a cliché, but there is so much to see. I am awed and overwhelmed, in a truly awesome way. The National Gallery was incredible. I happened upon, and loved, the National Postal Museum. I’m still thinking about the Ann Hamilton exhibit I saw at the Hirshhorn on Friday. She was the artist behind The Event of a Thread – I posted a video a while ago of that incredible installation. This installation, called palimpsest, also utilized air and movement, but was comprised of hundreds of pieces of paper, each with a short snippet or quote or thought or memory, each in different handwriting. They were even installed in the floor, partially obscured under the beeswax. A fan would oscillate and blow them slightly, creating a wave-like effect, different every time. It was incredibly transfixing.
Now I’m spending Sunday in a busy neighborhood coffee shop, having found it feeling like a new kind of achievement, and am looking forward to editing some photos, maybe watching an episode of The West Wing, relaxing before meeting a friend for an early dinner. Here, in these couple of months, I get to be both a tourist and a local (or attempt to be, anyway… :)) Normally, there’s nothing worse than being in-between. But so far, here, this summer, being in-between has been good. The best of both in many ways.
How are your summers unfolding? Do you have adventures on the horizon?