I think it's interesting: Sherif keeps telling me that I'm in a really nice neighborhood, but if my mom was here she would be mortified. (She may be consoled slightly by the terrifying gate around my house and padlocked inner gate.) As it stands I am quite happy with my area, but it certainly isn't Northwest DC, and that's fine by me.
This weekend (today, Thursday, was the last day of the work week) I am off to 6 October to see Hagar and my host family. I think I may even get to see my host sister's ballet recital!