The world we live in is an interesting place. It's full of people we may not really know or understand; trains crowded with strangers that we run into, but never notice-- it is a field of eyeballs and no one can see.
The life that I live for, is made out of people who get the path I want to travel down, and who comprehend the person that I want to become. Opening up to another person is one of the toughest things to do in life. It's hard to put your precious thoughts in the trust of someone else. Or, the thought that another person might know you better than you know yourself.
So then what do you do with the people that you have decided to let in?
Do you tell them stories and thoughts in hope that they might think you are funny, kind or interesting? Do you smile uncontrollably in want of being accepted for something that you aren't? Or do you do the unthinkable and pour your heart and soul into another human being, whom may not give two shits about what you say?
The world we live in is a peculiar place-- full of people we cross and dine with that we may never see again; let alone actually remember how their face looked in the glowing shadows of the red candle, the color of their teeth after too much red wine or how they leaned toward you in compassion because they wanted you to know that they cared.
Does letting people in mean you are becoming attached? Perhaps. But an attachment for the sake of sanity and enlightenment of a good time means I'm making the friends that I've been longing for in DC.
People thrive on other people, the one element that I've been missing here. Without people's passion and that connection, people are dead. I've been dead to many aspects of DC: I've never been so homesick, distraught, overwhelmed, confused... but the flip side: It's been a long time since I've been this happy, over joyed and determined to make the life that I have now work for me.
At the end of the day, in this outrageously, awesome world that I live in, no matter how afraid I am, things in DC are opening up doors and relationships that I never saw coming-- the true tell sign that life is treating me just fine.