Last goodbyes
I brunch on so-so Benedict and 5 or 6 mimosas with Josh and his straight friends Will & Sheena. It makes me reflect on how good I have it in Minnesota.
It's not (just) the big-fish-small-pond thing. There's a different quality and pace of life out there, somehow more relaxed and regular. My money buys more and I was surprised to make friends here jealous with my iPod Touch. People work hard in DC, but seem less satisfied. And all my friends torture themselves with law school.
I can only speak of the small sample I've seen, but they're not the head of their class. They're industrious enough to get out of their hometown but just, as the mean saying goes, "good enough for government work.".
I reflect as i walk with cute young Toby of Sen. Boxer's office and try to affirm my current path. I'm still stuck with an uncertain future, but I know I'll be in Mpls for at least 2 years. That's somethingvto start with.
I should remember: I can do much good outside an office in the Capitol.
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I worry myself by waiting too long to depart. Still, I make it to the dinky Midwestern terminal with an hour and a half to spare. There's no more conversation to be had with Josh, but we try anyway. I excuse the awkwardness with nervous energy.
DC is not my city. I broke out in 2 pimples from the bad food (if it was summer, I'd blame bad air). I turned enough eyes to plump up my ego, but never engaged in any exciting conversation. I seemed better informed than many I chatted with.
A successful trip, though. It's one more reminder of how much I can be thankful for. I hope I can make the change and actually take the lesson to heart.
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