Dear Anne Frank,

As soon as I stepped into the Air & Space Museum, I remembered being there in 8^th grade. I ALSO remembered how much I didn’t care for science at that moment, either, and that feeling kind of still remains. Must mention how strange it was being there almost 10 years later and remembering that not much had changed.

When I think about the stars, I’d rather be wishing on them, living life and following/changing my stars instead of looking and studying them. I do highly respect those who do and who have traveled to space to keep the NASA alive. However, science just isn’t my thing.

I will just leave photos.

This photo reminds me of @covermyscript because she always posts of old type writers. I know this isn't an old typewriter but it did remind me of her! 

I also find it super duper cool that there’s currency from EVERYWHERE dropped into that donation box. It’s that diversity thing again.

By 5pm, we still had one hour to burn before we had a long metro ride back to the main station. There was an awesome McDonald’s through one set of doors, so we went and sat over there for a while. I got coffee to drink! Yum!

Your friend,
Karen-Maeby