Thanks to my uncle, when I thought of the US, the White House came to mind, so obviously the first chance I got, I went to Washington DC. I wanted to be in the Nation’s capital but I inadvertently picked a day during the 2013 U.S. federal government shutdown that lasted 16 days. DC was reportedly quiet, I wouldn’t have known seeing it was all new to me. I remember standing close to the White House and feeling like a dream had come true, wishing I could tell my uncle about my experience. Not only wouldn’t I get a chance to do that, I also wouldn’t be able to share videos or pictures of my trip because my phone was stolen on the flight home. Now, years later, all I have is a solitary grainy picture, close to the White House, vague memories of the actual day and a very long commute to and from West Virginia where my hotel was, as opposed to DC because I had picked the cheapest option available. It sounds like I need to do DC again.
