Washington, D.C., is my new favorite city. There's just something about the natural beauty of the place combined with its almost breathtaking history and significance. We just missed the annual blooming of the cherry blossom trees, but it almost didn't matter - the place was still gorgeous. And though I was only there for two extremely short and jam-packed days, I've decided I want to live there. For real. Yes, it's just a fantasy now (the cost of living there being what it is), but I feel it's one that may have some roots in reality.
My best friend, recently heartbroken for the second time in a year, has decided to move back to Kansas City, to "heal her soul" among other things. While in D.C., we came up with an evil-genius plan to move somewhere exciting after she's been in Kansas City for a year. I'm (we're) thinking that place could be D.C. Probably, this is just a pipe dream. Probably, the logistics of moving there would be too complicated. Probably, I won't even want to think about being that far away from my family. But "probably" is no guarantee.
I'm a very decisive person, and one who is extremely quick about her decisiveness. I know what I want, and I usually find a way of getting it. I want D.C. And I have a little over a year to figure out how to get my butt (and Ashley's) there.
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