Off & Running
a Blog of Life on the Run



I love DC. I've loved DC since I got here in 2006. It was an unseasonably warm December that year, something I needed after moving from Northern California. I remember the elated feeling of knowing I could walk anywhere, something I couldn't do in Sacramento. The area I lived was an up-and-coming neighborhood then - crack deals in the back alley and the guys on the stoop nearby asking me out on dates. It's now called Bloomingdale and has brunch places. 

Now that I live in the city again, my curiosity is heightened and my ability to walk anywhere is back in action. And that's what I did Saturday. I walked from Eastern Market to Union Market - a place I had never even heard of until recently. What a glorious walk it was.


Through Gallaudet University's campus - reminiscent of Hogwarts.


Although I thought Union Market was similar to Eastern Market - the outdoor shops included - I found that it was a haven for foodies. Anything and everything you could possibly be craving is at Union Market. Fresh, local, organic, happy. Looking at all the produce, restaurants, coffee shops, ice cream, and other deliciousness, I found myself with a dark beer and artisan savory grilled cheese sandwich. True happiness of the belly is found at Union Market.

... along with great ideas. I had been struggling with my big dream - something I have helped many others with - and I sat with the notebook I received as a recent goodbye gift. That notebook had its first page written. It said that I had a dream to help women entrepreneurs here in DC as well as Africa - teaching, inspiring, strategizing. I wanted to give women the chance to make the statistics bigger in terms of growth.

Big things can happen when you sit after a long walk.

...and then it was time to walk back through the H Street neighborhood to my house.

This city is my home. This great Capitol of the United States - a place that has taxation without representation - compelling me to vote and make the voices of DC residents heard. It's my home and I intend to show it off - all the beauty it beholds.

Welcome to DC.

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