Cosmopolitan Dreaming
I told myself I’d try to “make a go of it” in the city for a year and then see what happened.
I told myself I’d try to “make a go of it” in the city for a year and then see what happened.
I promise to keep trying to leave room on the walls and shelves for new things, even if that means taking some old things down.
$10 for a standard hot dog plus a bag of chips; $20 for a “Great Western Sausage.”
I’ll take that over driving in DC traffic every time.
We’ve never seen anyone moving in with a sofa in our short tenure at the apartment building, but are they all just living sofa-less? Do they have some special teleportation key we’re missing?
Our melting pot is being emptied out, and they are sifting through the ingredients.
D.C. is the only capital of a democratic country with no voting representation in the national legislature.
Think about the particular way you form and connect your letters and wonder about where that comes from.
No wonder your face shows such horror and such fatigue.
Last year, it got towed while I was in line at the DMV on my birthday.