One of the things I've noticed since living by myself here in DC are all the things I rarely had to take care of. My washbasin has been blocked for two days now and I went to my apartment building's office to get maintenance to take care of this but they have yet to show up. These are the days I particularly admire my mother as she took care of all these little hiccups that come up in the house. I don't remember ever any of our washbasins or sinks being blocked for 2 days straight. Even when I lived in London I was blessed to have decent landlords who would frequently stop by and check up on things in the house and fix whatever that needed some fixing, even when all of us who lived there were out. All we worried about was taking care of the bills. Here every so often something needs fixing (during summer my apartment was freezing but maintenance took forever to adjust the temperature) and it waits for me to sort it out. Dear Lord I say.
Ten months on and I'm still adjusting to the early work schedule, I still struggle to get out of bed at 4am to get to work for 5am. I'm dreading winter as it gets ridiculously cold here, it's not even funny. Inauguration was one tough time to be outside in DC's Capitol Hill. To top it all my desk area at work is right underneath the main AC in the ceiling and it keeps blowing cold air regardless of how many times it gets adjusted. I feel like cold follows my scent whether I'm at home or in the office! I've found a solution though; a small portable heater which I bought not too long ago and plan on taking it to the office as soon as winter time hits hard (I'm not joking).
On the upside DC has also given me resourceful times on my hands from the mind-broadening books I have access to to the programs I produce at work. My workload has piled up over the months but it is progressive and I feel I am developing my skills every day. I come home feeling tired due to the early rising but I'd still be buzzing with creative ideas to implement the next day.
So far DC has hastened me to grow up. Every morning she screams at me "wake up, dress up and show up!" I don't get away with the excuses I had back home; DC does not know what a sick day means! But she gave me a platform to bloom, realise my ambitions and bring out my
A-game and for that I remain happy I moved here.
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