Stateside

After our 17 hour journey Q & I rolled off the airplane, took a Lyft to the closest metro station to IAD, bought two one-day metro passes & hopped over to the National Mall toting our giant suitcases now emptied of our gifts & filled with a few souvenirs (my suitcase lost the 10 pounds I probably gained eating all that pilau, Chapati & mandazi!). Like Forest Gump we just happened to find ourselves in the midst of a Huge prolife march/rally. 😂 Kind of fitting I guess with the whole chid protection & support theme here. Now, since we’ve accidentally broached it, I will share that my view on that issue is similar to my view on war. Obviously, like war, nobody is For it, even those who happen to believe it is necessary in certain circumstances it simply none of other people’s business. Well, I thought so until I witnessed a few folks from the other side parading down the street chanting “we love abortion!” That struck me as a bit unseemly. In any event apparently this march of which I was totally unaware having been a bit out of touch with the domestic news (though I did read the Kenyan papers, which were refreshing!), was quite well attended.

So, pushing through the crowds, we hit the Natural History Museum & the Air & Space. Shared a delicious funnel cake on the Mall, watching a squirrel eat some scrumptious morsel while perched on the trash can. I Love the city.

Marching around DC, even with our giant suitcases, seemed easy breezy after our international experience & surviving our long flight.

It is good to be home. America remains my favorite. I love our flushing toilets that swallow up gallons of water that is recycled over & over. I love that we can brush our teeth with & drink from the tap. I love our fairly orderly transportation systems. Hate me if you want but I love ubiquitous Starbucks. And I love being in the same time zone as my other babies again.