Home-y

There is a continual conflict with metaphorical "home" living in DC. I guess it is nice that I have a bed, and the utmost of all "home" items, my TV in DC. However, DC lacks certain "caring" qualities, that I feel are necessary for my "home" needs. It was nice to be reminded of some of these requirements (and have some needs cared for) while visiting friends and family at "home", but the burden still lies on DC to step up to the plate.

Honestly, I can't expect DC to come anywhere close to Beervana, organic vino, views of the Cascades, or shades of green...but you have to expect them to at least try! After returning Sunday (trash day at our house), I noticed our commendable recycling can look a bit more pathetic in the winter's eve. Now, it was just as full as our trash can that night, but comparing it to the commercial-grade dumpster my mom was given by the garbage people in Oregon, I had to think...weak!

So, I did a little searching, and felt like a I jumped back in time on DC's lame government website, that had articles from 2004 about the day they tried to take recycling seriously. I'm sure someone had a good laugh about that poor excuse for "educating the public" into throwing away more trash into a new blue can. Like I said, I can't expect too much in comparison to being the best (apparently Forbes doesn't believe in ties for competitive "green-ness"), but I might have to start composting in our backyard to feel at home...nevermind, that might get me kicked out of my home.

Now, my western home was great for visiting, and I'm not ready to head back or anything...but (as usual) my joke of a blog is a distraction from crazy days at school. I love DC (and don't resent those of you here who believe I'm a hippie), but some days students threaten to pee on you....so you have to make a joke to think of something else.