I loved living in Washington D.C. for a summer. I loved taking the Metro, going to the museums, running through the National Mall and around Dupont Circle and Georgetown. I made a good friend. I had an invaluable internship, and those 14 weeks were some of the best and formative of my life.
I was able to tour the Capitol. I remember being in there and walking by then-Speaker John Boehner’s office. He infamously smoked within his office, and we could smell the fumes. I saw Nancy Pelosi get in an elevator feet from me, observing someone say “hey, Nancy” and hearing her say “hi” back.
I was able to go into the tunnels where aides and congressmen would lunch. I nearly bumped into Paul Ryan walking out of the building. He had one person, an aide, with him walking to a meeting down the street; doing his job.
The D.C. I lived in six and a half years ago wasn't the same one I saw on television Jan. 6.
I'm saddened by this dark day of democracy. The world’s eyes are on us. I'm hopeful with time that we will shine again soon.