periodically i realize just how odd it is to be on internship in dc. not just in dc, but on capitol hill.

i walk within two blocks of the capitol almost everyday.

yesterday i was getting on the freeway to come back to my apartment after a brief excursion to target.

target, obviously, makes me think of home. though, i have to drive past the pentagon to get there. on my way back to my place, i could see the giant washington monument looming in the sky. to my right on the freeway is the exit for national (reagan) airport. while between these two spaces in light rush hour traffic (ie only mildly standstill), i saw a northwest plane getting ready to land.

now, i am clearly a wee bit homesick. or a wee bit lonely. or just feeling poetic. but, seeing a minnesota company plane getting ready to land as the washington monument looms in the near distance is strange. it was a reminder of how odd i feel in the space on capitol hill. during the primaries on tuesday there was a reporter outside our church waiting to take pictures. we were a polling place. he said that it was the only place were you could talk to voters with the capitol in the background.

oh.

the only place.

i work there.

i lead worship there.

i preach there.

it is weird.