L'espoire fleurit

Juliette Greco, Laduree, and the Economist Kind of Girl

This past year was a long, challenging, trying, and ultimately rewarding/life changing year. We fought our way through it, had some great and some low points in between, and came out the stronger on the other side, but man, did it feel good to get a little R&R and take a breather. 

North Carolina holds a special place in my heart. From the times I have walked through the UNC campus with family to visiting the Blue Ridge Mountains in Asheville to the bright memories of several Topsail vacations, I have to say, cheers to you, NC. I love ya. What a fantastic, breathtakingly beautiful state. 

Moments with nephews, nieces, and cousins. Full on play or brief little breaths to just take it all in: beautiful, priceless, soooo needed after so long apart :). 

Man, I am blessed with an AMAZING family. Each and every member is incredible, fun, big-hearted, and fabulous in their own way. I love them each for their own unique ticks, ways they spice up life, and big belly laughs. It was so nice to give each member a big bear hug even if for just a few brief days amidst the chaos of Pickering, long drives, and 9 flights in just one week. All worth it. 

I recently went to Perry’s in Adams Morgan. After trying several sushi places in DC, I think it’s the best I have had so far (still no Mio/West Coast sushi). Plus, the rooftop with its charming strung lights and delicious summery cocktails makes any evening there pretty special. 

The Omni Shoreham hotel in DC is a really cool place. Staying there felt like being on the set of Mad Men. The 1960s style to it and the beautiful gardens were a plus. My wonderful roommate Ally and I lucked out and had a gorgeous view of Rock Creek Park and the Turkish Embassy from our balcony. 

The hotel was where the Beatles stayed when they first came to America (looking at you, Mom) and where President Clinton played the Sax at his own Inaugural Ball. 

The whole Pickering Orientation experience zoomed by in a blur being sandwiched in between two weekends at the beach in North Carolina. It was jam-packed, overwhelming,  interesting, exciting, and honestly, really fun. 

I feel very blessed to be in the company of the other fellows. The group truly made me respect the State Department, the Woodrow Wilson Foundation, and the Fellowship all the more. Not only was the group diverse (Black, White, Hispanic, Azerbaijani, male, female, Middle East Studies focused, Arctic Circle focused, etc), but people had amazing life stories. Above and beyond that, everyone was fun, kind, humble, driven, and open-hearted. 

The more I delve into this whole Foreign Service universe, the more I find the State Department and the Pickering Fellows to be a supportive family that truly cares about their work and the world around them. 

One aspect of my time in Palestine that I really loved was the community I found there. Here I was living my interests and dreams and around me were all of these young people who were intelligent, passionate, full of life and ideas, and always ready to delve into the issues and world around them right along with you. I knew then and there that I was meant for this career path. A career that would award me this type of working community of globally engaged people who put their whole heart into what they were doing. 

When I met everyone at orientation, I felt like I might just have finally found another group like in Palestine. I really took peace in that, despite the unknown ahead, I was on the right path. 

In addition, it was just surreal to be inside the State Department. (CAUTION: This is where it gets nerdy- to all of you saying to yourself “gets nerdy?”: shush!).  But I have spent the past year working not far from State. Passing the building, studying its policies, sometimes interacting with people who work there. During the failed job hunt before I got into school, the State Department was like an impenetrable fortress if you will. I never imagined myself being able to get a job there. Then, Pickering happened. I still can’t believe it’s really happening to me. 

During Orientation, I went into the State Department building for the first time. Seeing the shiny floors, hundreds of flags, etc was such a geek-out exciting moment for me. Here I was inside the building, touring Deputy Secretary Burns’ office, the Treaty Room, peering past Secretary Clinton’s office! Woah, too coooool. It still doesn’t feel real yet and maybe it won’t until I attend my first class at Georgetown or do my first internship or get my first embassy posting. But until then, I think I will just be in a sort of childlike giddy daydream as I realize that things I used to dream about are actually happening (you should have seen my face when they said I was going to get a diplomatic passport. Yep, always dreamed of having one of those!) 

Anyhow, the week was amazing and we got to meet some incredible people including Ambassador Thomas-Greenfield and Ambassador Pickering himself. All in all, it should be a fascinating experience ahead. 

I think I could take a million photos of the Georgetown area. It is so picturesque. It feels like something out of an East Coast Living type magazine. Plus, I cant help letting myself feel like my school looks just a wee bit like Hogwarts ;). 

On my last night in DC, a huge storm rolled in. It felt like a nice bookend to my first year in DC since I first arrived during a hurricane. Lara and I played frisbee in the park until it started to pour and then just sat listening to the thunder and lightening outside. I love these big storms, they remind you that DC is somewhat part of the South. 

My last few days in DC were pretty packed with fun and great people. I watched the sunset over the National Cathedral from Ruthie and Maria’s balcony. I also enjoyed some of their delicious cooking, built a fort, and Christina and I had an intense discussion of on the season finale of Revenge. All cheesy, fun, great stuff. 

Lila and I got to catch up on a walk that I think lasted several hours. We played frisbee in the park and even made it to the Bloomingdale Farmer’s Market one last time for some of the fresh summer strawberries. 

I spent a few days at my friend Lara’s house in Arlington, VA before heading out of DC for the summer to visit family. It was such a nice breath of fresh air to be in a residential part of DC, mostly because a lot of the homes and gardens reminded me of my mom and aunts’ homes in Oregon.

In our Lake Oswego house, we always had beautiful hydrangeas every summer. They hung over the lake in pinks, blues, greens, and whites. 

The hydrangeas in Virginia were blooming at every turn and I enjoyed them on several long runs in the neighborhood, stopping to snap photos like a crazy person every ten feet. Someday I hope to fill my garden with these, especially the deep blue ones, which are my favorite.