But this weekend, after a super-rushed crazy trip to the US Embassy to attend the-dinner-in-honor-of-le-secretary, a fabulously uninhibited dance-all-night Saturday at (among other parties) a club called 'majlis' (yes, the irony is still making me laugh), followed by a very lazy Sunday playing taboo in the grass at Lake-View Point, I realize that my 'life' may not have ended with my stint in Manhattan. I still don't know enough people in this city. I still have no guarantee if next weekend is going to be any good. But this weekend was amazing, and we in-the-land-of-the-pure have to learn to live for the moment. Na? :)
Right now, as I wait for a friend to come over for coffee, I realize that my life is full. And I'm incredibly grateful for that.
And most importantly, I finally - FINALLY - got to dance.