I lived in DC for a year and three months. I lived three blocks from the capital I had two balconies, and I hated every minute of my life there. I spent every waking minute working toward getting back to New York. I saved, I worked OT, and I hustled. Now I’m back and I have to convince myself that just being here is not enough, getting up and getting out is what how you show your city you love it, when you worked so hard to get here in the first place.