I'm slowly sinking in.

And I have a feeling that when I look back on my time spent in this dense urban surburbia, it will mirror how I felt about my time spent in Baltimore. Nostalgia is always better in hindsight.

The trapped feeling I held onto for eight months has slipped away and I'm taking advantage of the freedom of having four wheels instead of two feet with the slight twinge of polluting the environment. (Although, buses running off-peak emit more than cars.) Shirlington is still only a bike ride away, and Del Ray as well, a ride I'd always be happy to take, but now my circle of living space has expanded into DC. The possibilities of having an actual city within reach means that my own experiences can be endless.