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Originally uploaded by Sangster.

I've been back in the states for about a week and a half now, and most of my time here has been spent recovering from jet lag and driving around to various bars and parties with my friends.

Every time my buddies pick me up to go somewhere, I eventually end up making a rapturous speech about the wonders of the air, the forests, and general atmosphere of the DC suburbs in which we live. These are generally cut short by my impatient friends, who have lived most of their lives in such luxury and are therefore ignorant of their own luck.

For me, after a semester of crowded buses and subway trains, tiny rooms, and treacherous roads, being back in MD, a mere stroll away from the Potomac River, is very close to a state of ecstasy. To be able to walk outside in the morning and actually taste air and your coffee instead of noxious fumes from all the cars, to wear a white shirt for a day out and discover no blackish smears leftover from the pollution on your collar in the evening, to be woken not by klaxons and screeching brakes but (I still can't quite get over this) by birds(!!!).

Luxury, luxury, luxury.