transition(s).

I've only been gone a short time, but dc seems different to me now. People are moving away. And finding new places to spend their drinking hours. one fellow treated me as though i were a traitor to the city for having decided to give another town a go. i let him go on and on, all the while feeling slightly smug and secure in the knowledge that i am a native.

Today, I felt a strange mixture of so-glad-to-be-leaving and i'll-always-be-a-district-girl as the train wound its way through northeast dc and just beyond the city limits.

thom yorke sang sweetly in my ear and i caught glimpses of other cities' fireworks in the distance.