The Hill:
The Hill has been home for the past four and a half weeks. The verdant tree-lined streets, quaint row homes and local restaurants along Pennsylvania avenue make the neighborhood more reminiscent of a small town than an urban jungle. You would never guess you were in the political seat of the western world if it were not for the Capitol's dome and the Washington monument looming in the background.
The Metro:
Each day I subject myself to the red line and often caffeine-fueled commute from Union Station to downtown DC. Despite the stifling humidity, the lack of personal space on the trains and throngs of people in general, it is difficult to not feel some sense of inspiration at Union Station. The neo-classical architecture, formal dress of the commuters and gleaming storefronts instill a feeling of importance inside you even if you are just a lowly intern.
The Island:
Roosevelt Island offers a simple and pleasant brand of natural beauty. It's not overwhelmingly exotic but still has opportunity for adventure in the form of kayaking, biking or fishing. In the interior of the island there is a Soviet-esque statue of Teddy Roosevelt surrounded by giant stone slabs with various insights about nature, manhood, youth and the state
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