Monday, July 31, 2006

Where am I?

My landlord is thinking about selling my house, and I'm thinking about buying it. I love my little townhouse, and I really like my neighborhood, and my neighbors, and all of that. Theoretically, I'll be here in DC at least another two years.

It's even a good financial investment. So it really makes a lot of sense.

Except that every now and then, I still think to myself, "What the hell am I doing here?" Because I still really miss Portland, and I think I'll always feel a bit out-of-place in DC (I don't own any pearls, I rarely blow-dry my hair, and I know nothing about politics or economics).

I think the nice thing about being tied-down in a committed relationship must be... well... that, you're in fact tied down. You have a sense of belonging somewhere-- even if that somewhere isn't an actual place. I wish I had that sense of groundedness; too many choices is unsettling to me.

Friday, July 28, 2006

Map happy.

I have a new favorite website: http://www.communitywalk.com/

Monday, July 17, 2006

Methylchloroisothiazolinone.

I love the way this word sounds. Four trochaic feet, with a... dactylic, I think?... foot at the end. It's an ingredient in my lotion, which is on a shelf at about eye-level in my bathroom. When the jar is at the proper angle, this word always catches my eye.

It is hot, hot, hot here. When I walk to and from class, I cross the street about five times more often than is necessary, just so I can be on the shady side. After a certain point of the day, though, it doesn't make a difference if you're in the shade or not; because of the humidity, you start sweating (or collecting condensation?) within seconds of stepping outside.

Why it was decided that our nation's capital should be built on top of a swamp is beyond me.

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

"Crime emergency."

DC's chief of police declared a crime emergency yesterday. This evening there were helicopters flying all around, shining spotlights down on the streets. Neat-o.

I think I'm going to put off applying to med school for another year. For a lot of reasons. Like getting my science GPA up. But I'm still studying for the August MCAT. We'll see. As my mom says-- at this point, what's one more year? Ha.

Sunday, July 02, 2006

No sleep.

Can't fall asleep. Bored. Doggy is dreaming, flinching... taking up two-thirds of the bed. Sara is in town and spending tomorrow night with me. I met up with her tonight at a house where there was a party going on. Got into a conversation about my intended career path with a group of adults (by "adult," I mean people my mother's age or older. In my world, people my own age are "kids").

Random Adult: So what are the good medical schools?
Me: Oh, Columbia, anything affiliated with the Ivy League I guess, Johns Hopkins...
Random Adult: Georgetown?
Me: Yes, Georgetown's good... the California schools, University of Washington...although I think what school you go to is really most important if you're going to specialize. It's more about finding a program that fits you.
Weird Man: Well, it certainly makes a difference if you go to, say Harvard, versus Washington.
Me: Uh, yeah, I guess...
WM: So you're going into emergency medicine? What do you like about it? At this point the other members of our circle seem to simultaneously wander away.
Me: It's fast-paced...
WM: Yes, well, when you burn out on it, you can switch from emergency medicine to any other type of medicine. So not true.
Me: And ER's are required to treat anyone who comes through the door, regardless of their ability to pay...
WM: Well, there are lots of different places... it depends on if you're in a rural area, an urban area...
Me: Um... Yes, I suppose you're not likely to get people walking in off the street in a rural area...
WM: Well, there are farm machinery accidents.
Me: That's true... excuse me, I think I'm going to go get a drink.