I was back in D.C. in June to be processed for fingerprinting and a background check for my new job. I had to visit NoMa, which wasn’t called NoMa when I lived in D.C years ago. I didn’t recognize the area at all until I got to the old bus station where I would catch the Greyhound and Peter Pan bus to NYC on my breaks. Now it is being torn down and turned into a multi-use space. What a difference 15 years makes.