The cherry blossoms have already come and gone here in D.C. on April 20th, and the signs of spring are everywhere. Tulips grace the blooming gardens below the budding trees. It’s a beautiful day, sunny with a clean, cold wind. The atmosphere certainly makes me appreciate the seasons – something you grow conscious of when you live in Hawai‘i.
I never write about D.C. I don’t know why – I guess I used to, a little bit. Coming to D.C. has always been a family affair for me, so maybe it feels too familiar, and I don’t think to write home about it.
One thing that always sticks out to me is the modesty of our Nation’s Capital. Save for the dedicated area of the National Mall, the city doesn’t come off as palatial. I feel that when I’m in other cities, like New York or San Francisco or Chicago, I get a sense of feeling small in them. They feel bigger, more important than me. I think it’s something about the skyscrapers, or the towering nature of them in general. I always feel in awe of the cities, of their size and stature.
D.C. has never made me feel that way. Even Philly, our Nation’s First Capital, feels grand in comparison. It must be the skyscrapers. Someone in a bar once told me they built D.C. as they did as a way to disrupt a ground invasion. That’s why there’s no direct way in or out of the city center via car, no highway running close to downtown. I have no idea if that’s true. I admittedly heard it in a bar.
The charm of D.C. for me has always been in its brick row houses, steep front-porch staircases, small front-yard gardens, and tree-covered sidewalks, where I get glimpses of the old world. Then again maybe I’m only getting one side of the story when I come here. I don’t tend to stray too far from my family’s general area. So it goes with city living, where the other neighborhoods are so close but oh so far.
I will take one adventure this weekend: I’m going to check out the Art of Burning Man exhibit. I have forever been curious of this alternative desert festival and have decided to go in August. I can already tell, based on the costumes of the exhibit, that I will be the worst dressed person there.