Well, it's September 11th, and I spent the day touring various monuments around DC. Though there were a few things going on, the place seemed a bit subdued. It was a bit more than ten years ago that I visited DC for the first time. I was a freshman in high school, and my marching band was in the Independence Day parade in 2001. It is extremely strange to be here, especially at such an auspicious time. I saw the WWII memorial for the first time, which seemed, well, a bit too busy. And not to put too fine a point on it, a bit self-congratulatory. Old man Lincoln is still my favorite, though it was a bit of a shock to see that they've torn up the Reflecting Pool.
In lighter news, I've now officially got my own place! It's up in Silver Spring, about seven miles or so north of DC, but right on the Red Line so commuting should be a breeze. The first day of my internship is tomorrow. Wish me luck!