Peace radiates in Baltimore because the city has a rhythm. You either fit into it or you don’t. There’s not the tourist energy pervasive around DC, so it’s unlikely you’ll be stopped on the train. No one is looking at you, yet everything is beautiful when you take it all in. I think it takes a special person to pick up on what constitutes beautiful here, though.
Peace often comes from finding the pretty things among trash. The commute from my house to my cognitive behavioral health group takes me through some of the worst neighborhoods in the city. I still find street art appealing even if the driver says it is not a good idea to ask anyone about it.
One of my favorite moments was when we saw who we thought was an escort because of the way she was dressed. One of the women said, “girl, it’s not that hot.” We decided it was never that hot and it has provided me endless amounts of entertainment. The way she said it was so musical that it repeated.
The way people say things here is endearing, because there’s no Washington front. No one talks like they work in government, at least not around me. Therefore, words flow differently when they’re not peppered with acronyms.
I love listening here.
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