Milon in Washington DC

More nostalgia on the way! I know, you think it's getting old. Like "Come on girl, get over it." But a farewell is a long proc...

On today's to-do-list is drafting a little diary over five extraordinary (or ordinary) events from my time in DC. It's an assignment...

Sometimes, I'm having a hard time understanding that I actually lived there. I lived there. Those were my streets. That's where I di...

A few days ago, I was telling my mom how I haven't been sick lately. The day after, I had a sore throat and a terrible headache that las...

Today, I'll get my old apartment back. The one that  I packed down  almost a year ago. The bizarre feeling of that is just too much to e...

A conversation that took place one day at 305: Grandma: I like to look at my photos every now and then. Tattarn: Oh, we know that! Grand...

I have this weird fascination with grocery stores. When I travel, that's one of the first things I check out. Maybe it's connected t...

That thing about not crying when leaving DC worked out a little bit so-so. Almost a whole hour into the flight I just stared out through t...

I've closed the 305 door one last time. At this very moment, I'm surfing on Starbucks' free AT&T wifi, waiting to board a pl...

The Super Shuttle will be here any minute and my bags and I are ready to go. Well, as ready as one can be, leaving a place that has become a...