Shinjuku 43 km -- a green sign appeared in the dark, toward which many back-lights were driving like taking off.
On Sunday late evening, when returning from a trip, I love the moment that reminds me that it is the nation's capital where I'm coming back to start a week the next day.
It's sad because it clearly shows the weekend is over. But it's luxuary sadness, sort of.
I remembered having the same luxuary sadness when I saw the "Washington 160 miles" sign lit by my head light as I was coming back from a weekend trip to Ocean City in Maryland.
Yeah, I love the idea that I live and work in the nation's capital, that I have this little space of my car all to myself, and that I can listen to whatever music I like in the car......all this makes me feel I'm a true-blue yuppie:)
On Sunday late evening, when returning from a trip, I love the moment that reminds me that it is the nation's capital where I'm coming back to start a week the next day.
It's sad because it clearly shows the weekend is over. But it's luxuary sadness, sort of.
I remembered having the same luxuary sadness when I saw the "Washington 160 miles" sign lit by my head light as I was coming back from a weekend trip to Ocean City in Maryland.
Yeah, I love the idea that I live and work in the nation's capital, that I have this little space of my car all to myself, and that I can listen to whatever music I like in the car......all this makes me feel I'm a true-blue yuppie:)
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