a tourist in your own hometown
I spent most of today in downtown DC, around the Mall.
I’ve lived in the DC area since August, and, since I’m usually limited to my work / school / home / repeat routine, I don’t get beyond my usual “realms” of Foggy Bottom / GeorgetownU / Alexandria very often. So on the occasions where I do “break out,” I have these “Oh my god! I live in Washington, DC!” moments.
It’s one thing to see the sights on TV, like the FBI building on The X-Files or the U.S. Capitol on The West Wing. It’s another thing entirely to stand on Ninth Street and appreciate the irony of the International Spy Museum being located around the corner from the FBI headquarters, or to stand in the middle of Pennsylvania Avenue, near the National Archives, and see the Capitol gleaming in front of you.