Today marks one year since I moved to the DC area. The next day, as I was still unpacking my toy chest and discovering that I’d have to live without high speed internet for a while, the sniper attacks started. It wasn’t the best welcome for me, nervous about getting a job and about starting my adult life. It was the first time that a current event had directly affected my safety and worried me. Not that I was walking in zigzags and avoiding white vans, but it was scary. Scarier even (for the moment) than sending out resumés.