It's been a LONG and HOT summer. I hate summer, and always have. Labor Day weekend is annually the time when I wake up from my heat and humidity induced hibernation, throw open my windows, and declare to the world that I'm alive again. I engage in an activity I like to call "the purge" in which I gather up all my summer clothes, donate to charity all those tshirts and shorts that I thought made me look fat, and neatly fold the rest into the bottom drawer of my closet storage... not to be heard from again until the next June.
Other purges occur as well. DC is well known for its transience, and without fail every year after summer ends, I loose a good 25% of my friends to better jobs, continuing education, and significant others in far away cities. I'm always sad to see these friends go, but after a few years here in the District, this ritual seems an unavoidable and necessary refreshment of my social sphere. It forces me to expand my relationships with those people I've met over summer and bring them into my sphere. I realize that most of these new people will be "purged" again next year, but after a few years I expect to have a good core of individuals that help define this city as my home town.
So yes, I'm back to blogging. I can't tell you how many times over the summer I began posts only to abandon them halfway through due to lack of drive and creativity. No more! Fall always comes a renewed sense of puropse... or at least station. I plan to take full advantage of this renewal by testing my academic, creative, and social boundaries. Is the world ready? Probably not.