I have never been to Washington, D.C. before. I was never one of those lucky eighth graders who got to visit D.C. on a class trip. However, since I turned 18 I've been going back to my elementary and middle school bucket lists and checking off many things, which now includes a trip to D.C.
When I was young, I never thought of becoming a journalist. In fact, my dream was to be a spy. Both of which would have landed me in D.C. at some point in my lifetime. Now that I've grown up, it would have been nice to have been a spy-in-training at this point in my life, but being a journalist is much better. I could go on for days about why it is much better and why I am passionate about journalism, but that would be time and effort better saved for an in-person conversation than a blog post.
As I drove away from Union Station and into downtown among the well-dressed public and historical buildings, I couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed. I was surrounded by so much energy and vibrancy that I had never faced in any other city. Two friends of mine once told me out of the blue that they could see me living in D.C., and in those few minutes I could sincerely agree with that. As I explored the city, this sentiment remained.