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there’s an episode of sex and the city where all of carrie’s love relationships are going wrong, but one thing she can depend on for company is New York City, her constant boyfriend. while the dry cleaners are never open, there are movie theaters, museums, beautiful parks, and cheap but delicious food to take part in. by yourself. you definitely have to be in a comfortable and confident mood to take on seemingly social activities alone, but when all the components are there, it’s a wonderful, warm and fuzzy feeling. i like the anonymity of cities, but also if you seek out the cultural opportunities, and talk to random strangers, the city can embrace you, like an old friend. it can also screw you over royally in so many ways, but i had a good day today, so let’s stick with the warm and fuzzy.
i made a new friend in AG today, she’s the friend of Lost with Eve‘s older sister and works at The Campus Kitchen Project. she bought me lunch at Taqueria Nacionale, one of the local joints right by the Capitol and Union Station. simple, cheap, and tasty. small corn tortillas, topped with either beans, chicken or steak, a bit of cilantro, add some spicy tomatillo green sauce and it’s scrumptious delicious. their fish tacos and yucca fries are awesome. we sat on the grass underneath a tree, and AG told me about her past job experiences, and gave me recommendations on job search books.
i was about to hop on the metro to get to the National Gallery of Art, but she gave me some simple walking directions if i didn’t mind the stickyness and heat outside. of course, i got lost, even with a map. but coming upon the Gallery was like finding an oasis, i quickly moved past security and asked the information desk if i was late for the movie. the old lady didn’t know, but she directed to the auditorium. i found an empty area, sat down and within a minute the lights went dark, and Kite Runner began. what good timing! considering i thought i was already half an hour late, how lucky was i? the movie was sad, sick, and heartstrings-pulling emotional – a perfect ‘cry your eyes out’, hate that people can inflict war on each other, hate that war has evolved past guns and bombs to rape and pillage, and hate that we’ve created hierarchies of people in ethnicities, gender, and history, but somehow there’s still room for humanity and a feeling that justice can be achieved. i walked out slightly frustrated, slightly angry, but also humbled.