Welcome Home

Brief Overview:

Saturday:

7:00 AM - Leave for DC
10:30 AM - Arrive to French Woman Still Occupying our pad and sauna like temperatures created by her drying clothes.
2:00 PM - Leave to check into Washington Marriott after hours of move-in cleaning/organizing.
5:00 PM- Bring family to Ethiopian restaurant to eat piles of mush with our fingers.
5:30 PM- Assess degrading stomach situation.
6:00 PM- Show fam' the 'hood
9:30PM- Return to Hotel

Sunday:

10:00AM - Can't find breakfast joint before checking out National Mall
11:00AM - National Mall and Barry Obama's house
2:00PM- Apartment Organizing
4:00PM - Parent's Leave, Dad gets emotional per usual

4:01- Ceremonial "No Parents" Dance and Celebratory Beer


As the apartment is not yet 100%, I'll share the pics showing the place before our design genius was thrown upon the empty canvas of architectural magnificence.

Scott's Room


My Room with door exiting to our sweet brick patio


Kitchen - Hello 1987. But with Dishwasher and big frige, we can't complain.


Bathroom. Medusa shower head has since been replaced with posh metal piece, providing 5 different showering spray types.


And the living room.



The photos don't show much, nor do they display it in a great light, but its a hell of a place in an amazing part of the city. More photos to come of the exterior/patio/redesigned interior/expensive cupcakes, et cetera. As for now, I have to go talk in a deep voice on the phone and act like an adult so I can get a job to pay for it all.

Entry One

"Oh, Washington, D.C. - Neat-O! What are you doing there?"

I could say, "Unemployed" but it sounds dirty. I'm pretty sure you would have had to have a job first and lose it to be 'unemployed' anyway. I prefer to describe my current situation as 'prospecting', however 80% of the time 'begging' would be more accurate.

Hello. My name is Aaron. I am 23. I am moving to Washington D.C.

I graduated in May 2010 with a Liberal Arts Degree in Philosophy/Spanish (a recipe for straight cash) and largely direction-less. The hazily conceived 'next step' was wearing a crisp grey suit, power lunches, self-righteously shouting into a Blackberry, and getting your shoes shined while reading the Wall Street Journal.

Thus far, I have completed one of the above. (Its a really nice suit.) Otherwise, I'm in the midst of finding my way. I would lie if I was not to say I'm confused, slightly frustrated, with momentary bouts of lost. At this point, I just want to travel the Mediterranean peeling potatoes on the yacht of some oil rich Arab Emirate, but something tells me I have to become disgusted with convention first.

Plus, I already signed the apartment lease.

Enter Scott, one of my best friends and now roommate in our English basement apartment situated in East Georgetown. He is also 'prospecting.'

Whether you are family, friend, visitor, or yet unknown stalker - Welcome. Thomas Hobbes once said that 'opportunity + hard work = luck'. Follow along as I get lucky, or not. Regardless, it's going to be some type of ride and at least a half-decent story.

Also, If you find this poorly written or uninteresting, I don't care. My Mom is going to love it.

-Aaron