The first full week after being away from D.C. for almost two and the immediate wheels-down-at-DCA thought still remains. It’s like a fusion of Plato’s Cave and the twist at the end of “The Sixth Sense:” I see tweaked-out, type-A, overachieving anxiety-balls. I have a much better understanding of why people say that D.C. is a bubble. I kind of knew that while I’ve been here for the past decade, but now it’s even more obvious. I still love my “funny little town,” but dudes. Seriously. Chill.