Back in DC. I'm so tired. I'm so very tired. I loaded up my car with the essential belongings... and now I'm here. The trunk was full, the back seat had every inch filled in with something almost to the top. And the passenger seat was full too... my teddy bear sat between the seats just chillin. He was my navigator.

So now I'm here. I already caught up with my dad on all the projects we have lined up for ourselves. He tells me about new stamps he has and how he's documenting more of his stuff, I tell him how I'm working on my photography for exhibition. I know where I get my "project initiative" trait... pops.

It's very quiet so far... no Armenians running around outside (that's my warped image of Watertown), no store front signs written in Armenian or buses driving by with some ian name on it. But I do think I heard a commercial mentioning something about Armenian and Persian rugs. I'm sure some of my Armenian friends have profiles at the CIA headquarters down the street (I live in Langley/McLean, VA). It's a change of pace, but I've done that enough to know what it takes. Just gotta find another bar in DC that will hang an Armenian flag and the Irish owner will learn to say "Parev Tzez" and complain about the Homenetmen Agoump guys across the street... or something like that.