"We've been going to Museums, 'cause that's what she loves." , I hear my father say as he talks to my godmother on his cellphone. He's right, I enjoy entertaining activities that offer knowledge too. The National Archives was no exception to that rule. I've been enjoying my stay at the District of Columbia, because it has lots of things that appeal to me. It's a lively city, surrounded by gorgeous buildings, a variety of places to visit and attractive men. I should consider doing my future MD residency here, right? It also has different types of nationalities living here, adding to it's appeal. The public transportation service is on-time , clean , and very useful. In conclusion, I really like D.C, now back to the Archives.....
I find incredible interest on how documents can be recollected and kept for years, waiting for someone to discover the stories they have to tell. Years of family documents, presidential documents, maps, videos, audio recordings, etc, etc, etc. All available to the public. I was reminded of my first year in College, when I wanted to be a Museum Conservator, and was even going to change my major, the years have gone by so fast ! I thought that would have been the perfect career since it involved having interests for art, languages and science. After my sophomore year, I came back to my strong desire of becoming an MD.
At the Public Vaults, I was, even, on the verge of making two new friends as we laughed while watching videos of George W. Bush when he was 3 years old, but I was interrupted by my father, thanks dad! Hehehe. Now I'll always wonder:"What if?" and I'll basically cry myself to sleep tonight (sarcasm!!!).
As I looked at the Constitution, The Bill of Rights and The Declaration of Independence, it made me think about all the history that led to the making of these documents. All the fights, struggles, hopes and fears from the men and women who shaped the history of this country. It also, made me realize that every country's history is mainly the same. It is composed of individuals fighting, and not fighting, for their beliefs and making their country the best it can be with their judgement in mind.
Oh, and by the way, my hands are terrible hurt from the cold. Temperatures in the low 30s have made my knuckles and wrists burn, and hurt. I'm putting lotion on them again, they're starting to itch.
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