Where I'm From

I'm from Arlington, Virginia, right across the river from Washington, D.C. You could walk to the end of my street and be able to see the National Mall, At least, that's what you would be able to do if there weren't so many trees blocking the view. The actual town wasn't particularly memorable to me, but I still recognize the same old CVS Pharmacy and Safeway, as well as my dad's hometown about ten minutes away, whenever I come to see my grandparents. While the proximity to Tyson's corner always made the area a hotspot, it's all far more built up now, prime real estate drawing office towers and traffic that the unprepared town buckles under. The only parts that really mattered to me were the little playground down the street and Sam's house, both of which are untouched. More than that, though, I remember being endlessly entertained by following the garbage truck around town, staring at fire hydrants and traffic lights and the crosswalk downtown. It never occurred to my 3 year old mind all the priceless landmarks I lived within 30 minutes of, I was more interested in riding the Metro than seeing what was up above.

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