a week?

In some ways, I feel I have been in DC a month now and that this time is now well into beginning. In other ways, I wonder if I have not only been in this city for a few hours. According to our calender of time, a week has passed since I first arrived into Regean Airport. My plane flew over the Pentagon and I saw a glimpse of the city that is now home.

While nothing is for certain (but then again, it never is), but the job and apartment search may be over. We may well be settled into this new ideal of a life. Genae and I have gone everywhere in this city during this last week, we have seen, tasted and smelled only a fraction of what it has to offer. At times, we want to runaway and never look back. Yet something calls us back. Something pulls us nearer. We never wanted to be trapped. We dreamed of this from years ago. It's harder than we could have ever imagined, yet its better than we could have dreamed. Oh yes, this is my melodramatic stage of thinking. Feel free to laugh at me and even mock me... it's far more honest at times.