It all sounds so romantic and exciting, I'm sure, being in Washington DC at this point in time, getting to cover these unprecedented events and situations. And it is, to a certain extent. The other side of this coin, though, is that I feel like I have no idea what I am doing. I walked into the Rayburn Room on the House side (the only all-wood room in the Capitol), and I felt so lost. I am surrounded by some of the best photojournalists in the country, and yes, they are all extremely nice and helpful, but they have also been doing this for years. They have won Pulitzer's. They crack jokes about Pelosi's wardrobe (which has so far impressed me, anyway). It is all very intimidating. The worst part, or best perhaps, is that I desperately want to count myself among their ranks. I mean, my images had barely finished uploading to my computer and one of the Getty photographers already had their image on the Washington Post homepage. I have so far to go; it scares me. But I really, really want this to work. I love being in DC. I love the buildings and the people, generally, and I love being a photojournalist on Capitol Hill. I just hope I can stay here; I hope I can become comfortable.

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