My first night in DC

and I don’t know how to feel. I suppose many people don’t understand why it’s such a big deal to me, leaving from Philly to go to DC — which is only about three hours away, and I suppose I never feel the need to explain myself and how different my life is from theirs. What do they care? They’ll never understand.

I think I grew up too fast, and it’s almost masochistic of me to say that I think it’s better this way.