I've been letting this sink in for the last half an hour and after a short (but intense) crying jag I am starting to believe this is really happening to me. Words can't express how unreal this feels at this moment. Right before my best friend David Garber broke the news on Twitter that I was on the cover of this week's Washington City Paper I was dealing with the reality of a dead car battery. Talk about a reversal of fortune! (although I can still use a jump)
Go HERE to read my profile by Housing Complex reporter, Aaron Wiener in this week's People Issue.
The idea that anyone -- anywhere -- would think enough of the work that I do to write about it, let alone put my face on the cover of the most popular and respected newspaper in the city is really blowing my mind! I keep pinching myself to make sure I'm not dreaming. For goodness sakes I'm wearing "A Christmas Story" pajamas while I am blogging this! Shouldn't I be in a suit or something?! Stuff like this doesn't happen to me. I am a behind-the-scenes kind of person (hence the alter ego) and that is generally how I like it. The realization that people all over DC are going to know about little old me is really cool (and a tad bit terrifying if I were to be honest). I hope that people read my profile and learn a little bit more about east of the river and all the wonderful things that make this place a great place to call home (even if it feels like you have to fight for every bit of progress).
|When I die just put this next to my casket.|
I thank you all, my amazing readers, friends, partners, and colleagues for your support over the years and thank you for hanging in here with me on this journey. Words can't express how loved I feel in this moment.
Nikki Peele AKA The Advoc8te