It is easy to forget that I live in the nation’s capital: the proximity of everything, the frequency with which I pass famous places makes everything seem so normal. The Capitol rotunda becomes just another part of the skyline on my bus route; Ford’s Theater is on my way to grab frozen yogurt. It’s strange living my life, while surrounded by such history.
I say this not to be boastful or showy, but because I believe it is important to be in awe, to remind myself why I live in this city, and why I love it so much.
This week was particularly stressful, but I stole away during my lunch hour for a much-needed walk, and spied this pretty bed of tulips in Lafayette Park, just north of the White House (I’m sure I also ended up in a few tourists’ photos).
I felt sort of silly bending down to take this photo, with all the eighth graders running past me and taking photos of their own.
But every now and then I need to be a tourist, too.