(The first glimpse of the city out the window of the plane.) True to form, the very first thing I did when I arrived in D.C. was get sick. It wasn't a terrible illness, but the cold put quite the damper on my orientation experience. I slept far more than I was awake, which is... Continue Reading →

Clothes are littered around the floor of my room, patches of overgrown weeds that seem to get larger with every hour. Shoeboxes stack a mile high in the corner of the room. Then there are the folded clothes, judgmentally sitting alone on the bed. They know they are better than the mess on the floor.... Continue Reading →