Will You Wait....

Dear Washington D.C.,

You are the city I have never been to yet fell in love with. The way you shine at night. The way your people walk instead of drive. The way your coffee shops are always crowded in the mornings. The way your diners are filled with politicians and agents. The way your White House stands tall under the sun. The way your condos and apartments look classically poetic. The way your sunsets symbolize the fallen and sunrise, the troops who are still stationed. 

Will you wait…

Will you wait for another politically driven girl with the heart to serve? Will you wait for her to make a name for herself while falling in love with your streets? Will you wait for her to indulge herself in you while trying to keep herself standing from the longing and missing of a home that is called the Golden Coast? Will you wait for her to eventually let go of her Californian ways and grow to be as tough as you are? Will you wait for a girl who is still trying to figure herself out but know for a fact that she wants you? Will you wait for another pair of legs to walk on your busy, crowded MacArthur Blvd? Will you wait with the patience to let her discover your bus routes? Will you wait for her to visit your majestic Lincoln Memorial and dwell all day in your grand historical museums and slowly fall in love with your hipster street arts? 

I don’t even know whether life will allow me to succeed in your dashing city but I know for a fact that a great fraction of my life will be dedicated to my love for you and no matter what the outcome will be, I will be there. Maybe it will be a crappy apartment with lousy air conditioning and broken blinds because that’s all I could afford, but I know your streaks of morning sun and the smell of your freshly printed newspaper along with my new love for your black coffee will make it all worth it. I don’t know if I will get lost for the first few days, or weeks or even months, but I know daily visits to Compass Coffee to write in my journal will be worth it. I don’t know if I will collapse after a long day of work from stress or from missing my friends and family, but I know the millions of posters and books from JFK, Reagan, Lincoln and Coolidge that are scattered with my unescapable love for Hardy, Lee and Shakespeare will be my worthy constant reminder why I am there. I don’t know if I will stop missing my Californian ability to drive down PCH but I know my tacky intern or work badge that was issued from the White House will be worth it. 

Washington D.C., you grand city you, I don’t think you will ever be able to replace my beautiful, warm California but I know you will be just as great as she is because California is my home, but you are my future. Please forgive me if I ever curse at myself walking home with blisters on my feet from heels or when I missed the cab, but just know deep down, I am more than grateful to be able to stand on your streets. Washington D.C., I know there will be days where I just long to go home to my comfort zone of family and friends, but I also know the days where I come home with smiles and laughters from my accomplishments that are the result of my hard work, will outnumber those other lonely days. 

Washington D.C., wait for the girl who has fallen in love with you. Wait for me because I promise you I will make your city know my name, your newspapers boast my ideologies, your televisions broadcast my smile and your people love my ambition and brilliance. 

Washington D.C., just you wait, I will make you fall in love with me just as hard as you made me fall in love with you and your political madness.