When I interned in Washington, D.C., I had never been away from home for a prolonged period of time. I had never lived in a big city. I had never lived alone. When I got off the plane, I felt freedom ring in my soul and anxiety fill in my stomach. After I got my bags, I hailed my first cab. On the first day of my internship, my boss gave me a map of the city. The map came with a guide of bus routes and the metro. It took me a week or so to get the hang of it, but soon I became a pro. I love the metro. I love walking everywhere. There is always someone interesting to talk to, some new smell, new performer, new place to go. I vowed to myself that I would move to D.C. after graduation, give up my crappy car, and be a metro-only girl.