The Lincoln Memorial, one of my favorite spots- to think, to people watch, to write. 

I am finally here...

I love DC. And my friends who know me well, will laugh and say that “I love it anywhere”—which is true. I loved Berkeley. I loved Boston. And now I’m falling in love with DC. I’ve been fortunate to know exactly what I want and need thus making decisions accordingly.

What do I love about this city? The answer is simple—its vibe and its people. Wherever I’ve found amazing people, I’ve had the most amazing time. What has impressed me the most about the people here is that many of them want to make a difference. And no, its not necessarily for the power or prestige. Though I am sure there are some that fit that category. But many see an urgent desperate need … a brokenness. With this recognition, comes an internal call to action which they heed. And their vision for change goes beyond themselves, their families and their immediate community.

What I find really exciting is that churches here share this vision and mission. They’re not afraid to be “political”—the messages are constantly making the link between our personal faiths and our contribution and service to our state, country and world. And no, this does not mean that we all should pursue politics as a profession. It is about the attitude. Your perspective. What you can do as an individual to shape the kind of society that you want to live in, raise kids in --- call your home.

God, in his infinite power, is too great for just your own world.

I dare say, the first time my father has ever stepped onto a dance floor, but he danced like a pro :) 

I moved into a new apartment… where I’ve enjoyed a dip in the rooftop pool under the hot afternoon sun with a view of the Washington Monument and the National Cathedral; working up a sweat in the basement gym while everyone else is at work; walking around the local Whole Foods wondering about the other shoppers that had the flexibility to be there in the middle of the day like me; learning the hard way how to use wall anchors; thanking the visionary behind Zipcars; becoming a certifiable expert Ikea furniture assembler.

Currently gorging myself with Korean food in LA and basking in the great summer weather although still haven’t found the time to go rollerblading at Hermosa yet. Last week was a crash course in Wedding 101 but luckily my sister Elisa’s wedding went beautifully. But unfortunately one ajumma was determined to spoil the fun for me by calling me a “ddong cha” which literally translates to a “car of feces.” Gotta give it to those Korean ajummas, they certainly have a way with words.