There are some things about this city that never get old to me and it’s moments like that reaffirm that this is my home now.
This morning it was on my Treat Yo’self Friday breakfast run to the Washington Harbour Starbucks. The walk from my parking garage takes me the length of Georgetown Waterfront Park, past Nancy Pelosi’s waiting motorcade, and into the Starbucks where one of the baristas always calls me baby with a slight southern drawl. It’s a perfect mix of urban beauty, a reminder that you could bump into someone important at any moment, with a little slice of my southern roots. It’s hard not to love this place.