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DC and back

I disappeared for a few days to Washington DC. I went to the head quarters of the company and lived life on the company dime. I met some really interesting people, got a lot of good feedback on a job I applied for and in general the trip made me decide... that I want to move there and continue working!

That is scary. I never intended to like DC. I never intended to work in the US despite having a green card. I never thought I would like the place. The old adage of, you need to try it before you say you don't like it comes true; yet again. I genuinely had a grand time. The people in the office were just as much fun as the folks in Vancouver. The work was exciting, interesting. There seemed to be way more girls in DC in general and the ones I saw were, well, they were hot.

The food was great (especially the sea food and the steak houses), the city was clean and beautiful. My cousin lives close by (well, 4 hour drives are supposed to be close). I have friends who are moving there. I get freedom from my family. There are so many monuments to go see, so many museums to spend hours in. The weather was hot and humid. But it was also wonderfully liberating. No threat of showers or cool nights. When they say its hot, it is hot.

I think I am going to move to DC. Maybe live in Arlington County, Virginia in a nice area like Clarendon. Who knows. I know I will leave a lot of things behind. My family, friends, my life. Those are hard to leave behind. But at some point, one must fly the nest and explore the world. As they say, the world is now my oyster and I am all eyes and ears.

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Johnnie Francis Xavier MacIntyre said…
I am going back in October!
12:36 am
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