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[Comments] (2) Taxation without Representation: That's the mantra of the district, as it is posted on license plates here. Well, here I am, representing the peeps. Let the taxation begin!

My flight here was completely uneventful. They were very full so I had to have a middle seat on the first leg to Chicago. It was awful, but Sudoku and Susie's iPod helped me pass the time. No delays to speak of, though I did have to wait in the security line at John Wayne for 45 minutes. I got to the gate just as boarding began. That airport can be such a joke. It was freaking 5:30 am.

When I arrived in DC around 5, I cabbed to the hotel and then walked to the office to make sure I could find it properly. I went the wrong direction for the first 5 minutes, but once I figured it out, I found the office without a hitch. Consequently, it is on NY Avenue across the street from the Grand Hyatt. The Grand Hyatt is where I stayed when I first came to DC 11 years ago exactly. That was my first plane trip, my first trip to somewhere not my sister's house in CA, and my first experience with the business world.

I had won the sophomore competition in high school at the state level of FBLA and therefore got to go to DC for Nationals. And that trip is what made me start to consider business. Before that, I had no idea what I would do when I went to college. And there was EY, across the street. If I were a better writer, I could weave some story about the significance of all of this. But I'm a numbers person, so the facts will have to suffice. Needless to say, though, it all seems too cool to be merely coincidental. This city, I suppose, means more to me than I originally thought.

The first night I met up with a colleague and we walked down to the mall. We walked around the Washington monument and I saw the new WWII monument, which is pretty cool. It has a very calming effect on a person. Then onward down to Lincoln. I'd forgotten how steep the climb is up to visit honest Abe. I was sweating bullets at the top. The second night, after training, I trailblazed alone. Well, not completely. I strapped on my iPod and out exploring I went. It didn't feel lonely with the iPod. I walked down to the mall again, but this time headed toward the Smithsonian and Capitol Hill. It was nice to walk along with all the runners and watch the softball, ultimate frisbee, and soccer games along the way. I love that about this place: people recreating outdoors instead of at the gym! In fact, I have only seen one gym here. But I've seen enough Starbucks to make me sick.

At the Capitol building I saw an abandoned binky in the sand, so I called home:

Me: Guess where I am?

Susie: Where?

Me: I'm at the Senate building.

Susie: What's that?

Me: You know, where the House and Senate convene. The Congress Building. The big one.

Susie: You mean the Nation's Capitol?

Me: Jetlag.

Maggie apparently enjoyed listening to me, Susie says, though she didn't really talk back. I think she'd enjoy it here. Lots of people watching to do. I'm not really a suburb person, but I'm also not about living in an apartment the size of a cardboard box that costs $2000 a month. In essence, I'd love to live here, or in NY, but it's no longer practical. So I guess the suburbs win. To make up for it, I guess I'll just have to be a vacation person. I'm excited to go home to my girls tonight. It's been fun, but three days is enough. I hope I survive the flight home.


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