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Mar. 10th, 2010 12:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sciatrixThere are very few things more relaxing than wandering through the home of my grandmother, clutching a mug of tea, and waiting quietly to leave for a museum. It's made especially wonderful by the fact that I spent some time here during practically all major holidays until I turned eleven; this house speaks to me of family, of Christmas presents and Easter egg hunts and the traditional game of Everyone Tackle Uncle M Until He Falls Over.
This trip keeps making me miss all sorts of things about living near DC. Family. Touches of nostalgia. Really freaking cool things in the Smithsonian. Who knows, maybe I'll apply around here for graduate school. Or closer to here, anyway; perhaps I'll follow J to UVA. I do want to come back here for next break, though. With any luck, I'll get to drag J and L and C with me--assuming J doesn't drag me up here in her enthusiasm, anyway.
This trip keeps making me miss all sorts of things about living near DC. Family. Touches of nostalgia. Really freaking cool things in the Smithsonian. Who knows, maybe I'll apply around here for graduate school. Or closer to here, anyway; perhaps I'll follow J to UVA. I do want to come back here for next break, though. With any luck, I'll get to drag J and L and C with me--assuming J doesn't drag me up here in her enthusiasm, anyway.
