I have been given permission to add my own thoughts to the blog, and so I will take a break from my regularly scheduled...completely full schedule...to tell you guys a bit about my side of the story.
My name is Daniel, as most of you hopefully know by now. I, up until very recently, lived in Birmingham with my lovely wife...but I was given the chance of a lifetime to work with NASA in Washington, DC! While this has afforded me the opportunity to live my dream, it did have some (temporary) downsides: the main one being I have to leave my wife and dog and most of my friends to live in a city where I knew single-digit people. I've always considered myself a personable person, so I figured that it wouldn't take too long to carve out a niche, and I did pretty much the same thing within the last decade going from Indiana to Birmingham, but it is still a bit nerve-wracking nonetheless. Leaving behind the Buymore for John Casey and Sarah Walker, as I was humorously reminded (ad nauseum), I gave my notice at Best Buy to join even bigger geeks, of the rocket scientist variety. Literally, my first day in the elevator, someone was making a joke about a nebula. I didn't get it, but I laughed out loud. When they looked at me, I said "Sorry, I just can't believe that I work at a place that can make nebula jokes work! You've made me so proud." (Side Note: Don't say that to astrophysicists. They think you're being condescending!)
Where was I? Oh, yeah, heading to DC...so, I packed as much of my most prized possessions I could into a Hyundai Sonata, which is to say 8 12-packs of LiveWire, 2 packs of Starburst Jelly Beans, 1 32" TV, 2 Game Consoles+Games, the Watchmen graphic novel, my bible, my Rock Band instruments, my (real) guitar, my laptop and some clothes! The first stop was Evansville, IN, my very first home sweet home. It just so happened that not only was one of my step-brothers having a birthday party, it was Fall Festival week, which meant everyone and their mother was going to be downtown that night eating fried foods and getting ripped off by carnies. I hadn't been in 7 years (planned, mind you), but I figured why not, so I took my mother and we joined the masses. I limited my fried food intake to some Fried Cookie Dough (delicious, of course) and added some apple cider and peanut butter fudge. Breakfast of champions! Early the next morning, with all of my belongings transferred to a more suitable vehicle, I left Evansville with my dad and started the journey eastward. Other than the GPS taking us through a midday festival in backwoods West Virginia and a warm reunion with a Slurpee machine, the trip was pretty uneventful. No, but seriously...why are there not 7elevens all over the South?! Slurpees are delicious, and they're even better when it's warm out, so why haven't the powers at be joined them?
Pardon my tangent. Again. So, we made it to DC. I'm staying with what could only be described as a friend of a friend of a friend. Well, more succinctly, choir members of a minister of music that also went to Seminary with my dad. I like the first one better. Semantics. I've got my own room, with a closet and drawers, so my elaborate packing plan of plastic things under the bed was all for naught. Can't say I'm complaining, though, because now I can actually SEE my clothes before I put them on! The people that I'm living with are fantastic. Mike and Margee have been very helpful both with making sure I have everything I need, but also are easy to get along with and we have a lot of shared interests, which is probably even better! The first weekend was spent getting acclimated, helping my friends move into their new townhouse, and setting up my room. My dad and I jumped in with the choir at the church (it helps to know the minister of music, I guess!) and then went downtown to drive around. Can I just say that this city is incredible? Yes, I've been here before, but it's a whole different world when you're not there with a timetable. I don't have to see everything all at once. That helps.
Monday, my first actual day of work, was a federal holiday. Gotta love it! We walked to the metro station, rode the bus back, and then rode my bike to get the timing of all 3 routes. When people say "It's just like riding a bike" they must mean that after years of not doing it, you're going to look like an idiot the first time, because I definitely fell to one side at one point in that maiden voyage. If I wasn't laughing, I may have cried a little.
I don't want to get too into what I do at work, because if I told you, I'd have to kill you. Not really. But really. It's more like I have been writing this blog on and off for a while, and I'd rather give you guys this much without boring you with my day-to-day routine. Plus, Katie's already been here to visit me since then, so I'd rather us do an entry about that! (hint hint)
Okay, thanks for reading this, both of you! You can always call me...I know you know my number.
Daniel