I'm homesick

I'll admit it. I'm homesick. Don't get me wrong - I absolutely love it here. Well, for the most part. I don't love getting up at 5:30 in the morning to catch the bus to Union Station where I have to transfer to another bus in order to make it to my office in Georgetown by 9. Thank God for iPods. On the other hand, I love my job so I guess that makes dealing with the Metro bearable. I also don't love that it's Saturday night and I am sitting here on my couch with nothing to do and nobody to talk to. I'm meeting people, but I still don't know anybody well enough to call them up and see what they are doing. Not to mention that my budget sort of prohibits any extracurricular activities at the moment. I miss all my friends in Minnesota. I'm sure this is a normal reaction and Loz keeps telling me that this is just a transition period. Logically I know that. Today just hasn't been a good day. Maybe tomorrow will be better. I'm the one that keeps saying you have to have hope, right?

Sometimes It's Just a Moment

I am fully aware that it is only Tuesday but it has already been one heck of a week. I started my new job yesterday and I love it! What I don't love, however, is the commute. I opted not to bring a car so my main mode of transportation is the bus. One sees a lot of crazy things when you spend 2 hours on the bus each day. Today I saw a man get in an argument with the bus itself. Not the bus driver, not someone on the bus, but the actual vehicle. It occurred to me then how quickly we humans acclimate to change -or maybe it's just me - but I watched this guy scream at the "big metal thing" in the road and then went right back to reading like it was nothing out of the ordinary. And really, in this town, it's not. I guess that's part of it's charm for me. This city is living history and every night as I pass by the Capitol building all lighted up and beautiful, I feel so happy that I get to be a part of it.

We went out on the town on Friday night and it was a spectacular time. Dinner at a new and very trendy Cuban restaurant followed by billiards downtown. Well, I tried to play pool but evidently I have very little hand-eye coordination. Or it could have possibly been the mojitos at dinner. Either way, it wasn't pretty. Regardless, it attracted the attention of the group of guys next to us. I spent the entire night trading glances and small smiles with this cute guy a few tables away. Having been warned that the guys here are a bit more aggressive than I might be used to, I decided meeting someone on my first night out wasn't in the cards so I had no intention of talking to him. But I certainly didn't mind the view. One hour turned into two, then three and then the bar was closing down. I watched him leave and promptly forgot him. That is, until we walked out and he was standing there with a group of friends. Was he waiting for me? I wasn't sure, so I just smiled and we continued towards the car. A few moments later he caught up with us on the sidewalk.
"I'm Theo," he said.
"[Kitten]," I replied.
I smiled at him as Loz and her man picked up their pace to give us some privacy. And then "Can I get your number, little mama?"

Um, did he just call me little mama? I stifled a laugh and politely declined, asking for his instead. He gave it to me and as he walked away I turned once to watch. Sigh. I have a weakness for cute, bad boys and he was both. I never used the number and though I still have it I know I won't call.

Because sometimes all you need is that one electric moment to make you feel good whether it be the first time your eyes meet his or every time you see the Capitol at night.