I was recently asked if I am happy now that I've moved to DC. I've thought a lot about this actually. This is an interesting quesiton with an interesting answer. While, yes, I am infinitely happier than I was prior to moving to DC, I am not completely statisfied. It's more like a moderate happy. There's just something missing and I can't quite put my finger on it.
I have to keep reminding myself that I haven't done too shabby for myself...I have a job, live in a metropolitan city, live by myself in a super cute apartment (if I don't say so myself!) and can make it on my own. But I think back on when I lived in London and every morning (ok, not all 365 days...but still) I woke up super happy and reveling in the thought that I was living my dream and excited to see what the day would bring. Even when I looked over and still saw my roommate happily sleeping in her bed in the same room :) Perhaps I am looking back on it with rose colored glasses because I did miss home and my friends but I had more than enough to occupy my time. Maybe I haven't given DC a chance...but really, I don't know. London just had so much to offer, such personality. I loved just jumping on a bus and exploring the city above ground or Hannah and I would wonder the streets with only a map to get us back home. Perhaps when it starts to cool down and its not 100+ degree temps I will try to start exploring the city more. After all, I need to try to figure out an area that I'd like to live in next year when/if I move into the city. Hmm, we'll see.