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Saturday, June 12th, 2004

I’ve had two big changes in the past two months. The hardest to bear has been losing Becca, whom I loved dearly. She simply stopped loving me. Losing her has made moving to Washington DC to take a new job difficult and my new apartment sad and empty.

Love Lost

I miss her dearly. She was my life, my love, and my best friend. She was madly in love with me and I with her. I have never known such happiness and it feels, now, like I never will again.

Everyone who’s ever had to listen to me talk about our relationship knows how supremely confident I was in our love. I’m sure I made many people sick or jealous talking about how great I had it with this smart and beautiful woman. I could simply be myself with her and that was enough. She loved me and I loved her, for herself. She was my sun, and I hers. We nourished each other and grew together. It’s not everyday that you find someone like that.

I’ve had the time of my life. Thank you, Becca, for that.

A New Job

I’ve been at my new job for eight weeks now and I feel confident in saying that I love it. First, I’m working with amazing people for whom I have the utmost respect. I myself am delighted to feel respected and that my opinions and insights are valued. I have much to learn from all the talent around me, but am striving to contribute all that a young and idealistic engineer can. The work itself is, I think, very worthwhile as well as being very challenging. I am learning a lot in various technical fields as well as politics and program management.

Jobwise, I can’t think of a better place for me to be right now. I’m sure that I’ll find application for what I’m learning no matter what I decide to do in the future.

Of course, nothing is perfect.

A New Apartment

I moved into my new apartment on Monday with a little help from Greg. (Thanks man!) It’s a studio with a sunroom that overlooks the park and cemetery next door. The King Street metro stop is only about two blocks away, so my morning commute is quite pleasant. Old Towne Alexandria is also a short walk away with all kinds of food, shops, and entertainment.

Currently, it’s in a state of chaos as I’m moving in. I also need some furniture, I’m thinking something like Stickley’s Mission or something contemporary with nice clean lines.


My kitchen is rather smaller than I would like. But it’s plenty big enough for me to cook for myself and a couple guests. I have more than enough room for all of my cooking and dining supplies in the cabinets. I do wish that the cabinets had knobs and I may end up adding some.

I’ve already purchased some nice pots and flatware. I’ll be happy as a lark once I’ve found some new dishes, glasses, other odds and ends, and some friends to cook for.


My new sunroom with desk and bookcase

My sunroom will probably be my office and library. I suppose I could use this room as a bedroom. But it has the only window in the apartment and it seems a waste as a bedroom. I rather like being able to look out the window as I type this. If only I was up a bit higher, then I wouldn’t have people laughing at my legs as I shake them.


It is a studio, so I will have to leave my bed in the main room. I guess I’ll either have to get a divider or keep it made. I certainly plan on replacing the cheesy frame with something nice. I think I’m partial to something with posts and easy access from all points.

Also, in this main room, I’d like a couch and table for four.


The closet, thankfully, is large enough to hold all the clothing I own and has room to grow. So I won’t have to waste space in the rest of the apartment with a dresser. The apartment also includes a washer and dryer in the bathroom, which has already proven very convenient. The bathroom is also the largest I’ve ever had.

Certainly, the place is not without faults, a poor paint job that left dust in the cabinets and closet, and paint on the hardware comes to mind. But, on the whole, I think it’ll be quite acceptable.

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