I am and have always been fully aware that I am not and never will be a city girl. This became even more evident as I tossed and turned in bed. The constant noise of traffic kept me awake. Now keep in mind, I do live next to the road; however, the most noise I experience in the middle of the night is the occasional shaking of a coal truck passing. Morning came too early, but I eventually made my way out of bed, and slowly but surely I was able to prepare myself for the days activities.
Although the metro was not as horrible as I expect it to be, I quickly realized that it made me feel uncomfortable. While this is the preferred method of transportation for many, I just cannot see myself getting 100% used to it. I awkwardly stood there. Despite holding the pole so tightly that my knuckles became white, I lost my balance on numerous occasions.
I must admit that the highlight of my day was visiting the monuments. I have been to D.C. on two occasions before this one, so for the most part I have seen the monuments. This time I decided to try to immerse myself in the monument. While many took pictures try to capture the moment, I tried to live the moment. I’m not going to say that I didn’t take pictures, because I did. However, I attempted to do more than just that. I wanted to feel the importance of the monument, truly feel it. I realize that knowing the history of them is essential, but I needed to go beyond that. I only wish that I would have had more time to experience the essence of each monument. I am fully aware that if I am ever given that opportunity, I will need a box of tissues.