I’m sitting in the Sculpture Garden of the National Gallery of Art as a type this, listening to the last “Jazz in the Garden” concert of the season. Finally with a moment to myself, I can stop and reflect on my first month in Washington D.C. and the relationships I’ve cultivated since I’ve been here.
San Antonio, Texas, is my hometown. I’m spending this weekend at home because I’m singing with a professional choir down here. Here’s what it’s like being back.