I miss San Francisco. A lot.

This semester is flying by already. It feels like its been forever since my last post (which was Friday) but also like I just got to DC a few days ago.

Here's a little update that I started 2 nights ago and never posted...

On Thursday night two WSP (Washington Semester Program) kids and I went to Georgetown to celebrate a Connecticut friend's birthday.

Me and the Birthday Girl!

In front of the White House, right after the police tape was put up.

Saturday some friends and I wandered around DC in search of a protest in support of the Egyptian protests. We got to the Egyptian Embassy too late so we just wandered and checked out the other embassies near it and then decided to randomly head downtown. We ended up finding the protesters at the White House just as the group that had started at the Embassy finished its march to the White House. It was one of the first times that it actually hit me that I was in DC.

Sunday I went and saw The King's Speech which was amazing. I normally don't really like going to see movies in theaters because I think its too expensive and that I should be doing other adventure-y things, especially in a new city but its really freaking cold and if you haven't noticed yet, I'm really, really busy so its nice to just sit in a movie theater and watch a good movie.

Yesterday and today I had my internship which was tiring. Exciting, yet tiring.

Today while I was working, I legitimately almost broke down in tears. Which, if you know me, shouldn't be too much of a surprise. Except that it surprised me because it was brought on my an extreme attack of homesickness for San Francisco. I share an office with a staff member at ILRF and today he had a conference call with someone that I know in San Francisco at the Not For Sale Campaign and they were talking about how the person in my office is going to SF sometime soon. Then, I was listening to music on my computer and a song came on that reminded me of that amazing city by the bay and that is when my homesickness hit. I'm pretty sure all of my friends here are sick of hearing about SF so I'm going to go on a little rant here to express my extreme love for the city.

I knew from the beginning of high school that I wanted to go to school in SF, even before I knew what schools were there. I distinctly remember a conversation with someone when I was in my sophomore year in which I talked about moving to SF for college. Then, I remember doing my first google search of Jesuit colleges (with FordhamU and FairfieldU so close I had heard many great things about those pesky Jesuits). When I saw USF on the list, I was excited. When I saw USF's website, its mission, its program offerings, I was positively giddy. The day I got my acceptance letter to USF, I had to babysit for a high school teacher, I told him about it and even though I said that I would wait to hear back from other schools, I knew in my heart that I was going out west. For the past 2 and a half years I have lived in San Francisco and loved every single thing about it. One of my roommates this past semester, Kate, and I have had many, many conversations about our love for San Francisco.

I came to DC this semester for a few reasons. One of those reasons was to figure out if I could come back to the East Coast after graduation. I've been here for not even a month and I've already decided that I'm moving back to San Francisco ASAP and, most likely, never moving back. When its Spring here and I talk about how much I've started to love DC, please remind me of this post.

I have a long 3 days of classes coming up with lots of reading and writing and researching and meetings, yay! I feel like I've done a bad job of keeping in contact with all of my amazing family members around the country, I hope you're all reading this and know that I'm thinking of you always and love you all!