Washington D.C

Last year, in February 2022, I went on a school-sponsored trip to Washington D.C. with about 50 of my peers and other students from different schools in the district. We spent four days in D.C and they were the best four days of my life. Everything was perfect, there wasn’t a single unpleasant moment. That was the first and only time in my life I felt unequivocally happy. When I returned home from D.C. I spent several days reciting every single event that took place with time stamps and pictures. It wasn’t the location of the travel that was special, but rather the people alongside me. I loved existing in such close proximity to my friends, and doing different things every day, there really is no other word to describe it other than perfect. I remember that when I returned from the trip I had such a hard time readjusting to the mediocre life I’d been living. D.C was a different life I could’ve only dreamt of before, and I fear now I’ve experienced that type of happiness, it has become a benchmark I’ll never be able to beat. It was so unexpected and magical. I only wish I’d written while I was there.

These days I try not to think about D.C. It only makes me sad, it reminds me of what was and will never be again. I find that when I read the contents of those few days or look at those pictures, I find myself yearning to go back. I miss D.C. Maybe someday I’ll get to experience something as magical again.

If you’ve been keeping up with my writing it may interest you to know that Jack was in D.C with me.

— March