I’ve been in DC for well over a month, and I think I am finally getting accustomed to Capital living. While I’m constantly running into fellow Tar Heel graduates, DC is definitely not Chapel Hill.
I’ve learned a lot about myself since moving into my “big girl” apartment, and I am definitely not the same person I was (duh, I now have bangs and a signature lip color!). But seriously, with all the events happening in my life and the people I’m meeting, it’s no surprise I’m changing.
But in all the chaos and changes around me, I’m having to learn to stop, take time for myself and rest. I feel that people — especially those in the city — are constantly rushing to get to the next point in life that they don’t enjoy the current moment. (I know I’m guilty…)
I don’t exactly know where I will be come November when I move out of this apartment; I have ideas, but who knows what will unfold during the next 108 days. However, I do know I will be closer to being the woman I want to be.
“The girls who were unanimously considered beautiful often rested on their beauty alone. I felt I had to do things, to be intelligent and develop a personality in order to be seen as attractive. By the time I realized maybe I wasn’t plain and might even possibly be pretty, I had already trained myself to be a little more interesting and informed.”