L falls in love, gets a card and tackles the kitchen.

I wandered the streets of Georgetown (the town, not the University) today and I have decided I am madly in love. In three hours, I cooled my heels in a babbling brooke, fulfilled my cosmopolitan window-shopping dreams (H&M and Urban Outfitters on the same street? Be still my beating heart!), admired a classic New England cemetery and set eyes on the mighty Potomac. It's suburbia, city and forest all in one gorgeous town. I suppose that's why, when I masqueraded as a Hoya in Georgetown University's student union tonight, I couldn't help but wonder what my life would be like had I made a different choice...

I also attained a card crucial to adulthood today: the Safeway Card. (Safeway is the Ralph's of the East Coast.) Nothing says maturity like a Safeway card; purchasing one's own groceries is the cornerstone of adulthood. Which is why I spent hours at Safeway, agonizing over which groceries I could afford to purchase and if I could screw up the courage to touch raw poultry. I've learned that fresh fruit and vegetables are for the wealthy; it's good ol' canned fruit for me. And the dessert and snack section is to be avoided; sweets are a luxury I (apparently) can't afford. 

I spent the afternoon turning the kitchen from "health hazard" to "tolerable." For dinner, I made chicken al fredo. (Yes, I did touch raw poultry; it was slimy and gross.) It was bland, which either reflects upon my cooking or the palates of white people in general. 

I have still yet to meet J. I don't think he's come here since I've arrived.