This may come as a shock to many of my DC friends, and I’ve already gotten my fair share of “virginia dude wtf?” instant messages, but I’ve finally moved out of the District of Columbia and across the Potomac River to the suburbs of Arlington, Virginia. Yeah, still in the DC metro area, unfortunately, but in a much nicer area. I haven’t seen a rat yet, and while we are still surrounded by people carrying firearms, they are U.S. Marines who actually know how to properly use them.
This all came about because my roommates and I gave our landlord notice on our house on Harvard Street in Columbia Heights. Since there is no way in hell I am committing to this area and signing a one year lease on another place, I am staying at my friend’s house while I try to figure out what to do with my life. I am considering the following:
1. Move to Houston. Find job in energy industry. Take GMAT. Go to business school eventually.
2. Apply for a Fulbright in Kazakhstan or Azerbaijan and write a research paper on oil or whatever.
3. Become a bounty hunter. I once read a Rolling Stone article about bounty hunters and it sounded like an exciting job. You get to kick in people’s doors and stuff.
Of all three options, I will grant you that the first is the most feasible. So while I formulate some sort of plan to accomplish this, I will, in the meantime, relish nights without gunfire, fighting, sirens, and the constant buzz of helicopters.