Blotter Paper

So, at roughly this time last year, I was preparing to get into the Jetta with my dad and drive across the country, back to D.C. For the first time in my life, I’ve broken free of the tyranny of the school year. No longer does June seem like a more appropriate time for year-end reflections (as if my life operated on the fiscal calendar) than January.

So here goes: I moved to D.C. Got a job. Read lots of books. Did a fair amount of writing.