Field Notes On Transitioning

The cold has only just now arrived in Washington, D.C. Unlike my native Chicago, Washington, D.C. tends to be milder. So mild, in fact, that when a bit of white fluffy stuff lands in the nation’s capital, everyone panics.  Just a light sprinkling last week (all melted by noon) and the whole city got a snow day! Guess they could learn a thing or two from the Windy City.

So, it’s now been a good three-and-a-half months since I flipped my routine and surroundings. In the wake of so many transitions (new job, new neighborhood, new roommates), my blog went into hibernation mode. All of it, ultimately, has been good. I feel like I’ve been given some space to be by myself, to explore a part of town, to grow professionally. But change can also be disorienting and lonely at times.  That said, I thought I’d share some things that came into focus for me during this transitional period:

Mentors and friends are key. Intense change can bring with it a sense of instability, of inner turmoil. But it has given me the opportunity to see who I come to depend on — who I go to for advice. In a recent email to a mentor, I wrote: “I realized how lucky I am to have you in my life — guess it says something when I’ve come to you with a lot of the “big” questions, huh?”


One of my big transitions this fall was purchasing a bike! After three years of using DC’s bikeshare program, I decided it was time to own one. I’ve had a blast exploring the city on two wheels.

Time is precious. I say this not to sound self-important. But how I spend my time is a reflection of who and what I care about. Sometimes I don’t make the best decisions in this area, but I learn from it. Saying “no” is a muscle that needs to be used. Which leads to…


Rest is an art form; it is life-giving. I have taken more time to regularly enjoy time alone. Time to be spontaneous. “Alone time” is also coupled with loneliness. I think this is okay. In a world of constant stimuli, I think it’s important to know how this feels: to be quiet, to be bored, to be still. For someone like me — a bit Type A — the art of rest is still a work in progress. But it is extremely rewarding.

In the swirl of so many changes, one thing is constant. God is unchanging.  I think back to my last period of intense spiritual growth. One thing I remember is that in the midst of many changes for me. God uses these growth seasons to draw me closer to him. He loves me no matter what job I have, no matter where I live, no matter what happened yesterday, today and tomorrow — and that’s the kind of stability I can count on.


About Meg Biallas

Thoughts From A DC Intern Turned DCist. A twenty-something goes beyond traditional tourism to achieve Washingtonian authenticity.
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2 Responses to Field Notes On Transitioning

  1. MarkB says:

    Love the post Meg, can’t wait to see you in a couple days.


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