bittersweet.

it's my last day in DC.

i wish i had a journal entry from the day that i left for DC - but alas, i do not. journal entries are a bit more reliable than blogs as they tend to show the exact feelings without a front of bravery.

how do i feel?

well, i guess it's time for another adventure.

but first, let's focus on this last one.
i'm saying good-bye. i've already said a few of my good-byes to the coffee shop regulars, to my fellow baristas and those at church. i've even said good-bye to my best friend.

oh. i don't like that word "good-bye," it definite & nothing is definite.
instead, it's more like "see you later."

tonight my room mate's are throwing a going away/birthday party. that's right. i requested we have a birthday party since i won't be here for anyone's birthday (alas, we are all spring/summer babies). it's my room mates i'm going to miss the most.
when you're thrown into a house with complete strangers and forced to figure out how to live together without killing each other & keeping the house clean - it makes for a strong friendship.

obviously, we get mad at each other. we feel left out. we feel alone. we feel annoyed when someone wakes us up from deep sleep because every single corner of this house creaks.
but we also share in each other's pain, laughter, stories, love lives, etc.
one of my favorite memories is when i was going through a difficult time & every single room mate was home (a miraculous event). we sat on the couch eating the necessary staple of chips & salsa & watched bravo. it was like a wall of comfort surrounded me by the presence of those four people.

the best part? we all are incredibly different (we even look different). with an actor, a pastor, a non-profit worker, a bartender & a barista - we really should've had our own reality tv show.

i told a friend the other day that there are three things that i've learned from moving so much:
1. it's possible to keep in touch. whether it's via email or phone, friendships can last long distance.
2. the world is smaller than we realize.
3. if it's supposed to happen, it'll happen.

i've learned so much here. unfortunately, it's all too much to process at this point in time (seeing as how i'm due in georgetown for a lunch date & there's a pile of clothes to pack in my room) but perhaps a blog will follow soon. after all, i wasn't sure why i was supposed to come to DC & only time can tell me why.

the bittersweetness of this weekend is overwhelming.
i'm going home to my family, old friends, books, bed, pets, the whole 9 yards. but i'm leaving the streets of DC & the friends who have become a family. texas will always hold the largest part of my heart, but DC has also claimed it's own territory.

thankfully,
i move. a lot. so i'll be back (i promise).