I’m getting suited to this city shit.
Right now I’m bunking two stops away from my nearest Trader Joe’s. Bodegas are less common here than they are in NYC but there are similar little markets in some neighborhoods that kind of serve the same function.
Prices high as a cat’s back.
I’ll stop off sometimes and get some Gatorade or some blunt wraps but that’s about it. Convenience does indeed cost.
When I think about D.C., one of the first figures that comes to mind is Benjamin Bannecker, the man – a black man – who designed the plan of the city. Off memory, it loosely correlates to an astrological constellation or formation of stars in the shape of a wagon wheel. Of course, the architecture of the roadways is easier to see if you look at a political map, but it’s even more evident when you’re actually driving around or riding in the back of your Uber. You can sort of see the “spoke” patterns in the roadways.
Before I moved, I had the intention of going vegan or at least trying to begin that journey. I still have that intention and I actually bought my first bag of non-dairy cheese from Trader Joe’s the other day.
Some words on Trader Joe’s:
Overall, the shit is cute. Unlike those little market/bodega things at the end of the block, Trader Joe’s prices were unexpectedly reasonable. Slightly higher than back home on some items, but that was to be expected. There’s a lot more choices for organic/vegan items, which I love. Tryna get on my health consciousness tip and also my body really seems to be rejecting dairy, red meats, and other processed items more and more with every passing day. So it’s either make a change or suffer a chronic case of the bubble guts.