Although it looked like the trip wasn't going to happen, I'm currently writing this post from my Uncle's kitchen in Connecticut. I love his big, old house with its secret closets and walls covered in pictures of Hindu deities. There is a big sign above the kitchen sink that says "Welcome to Cafe CooCoo" and the dining table is covered in candles and wine glasses and elephant sculptures. Sarah drove from Middletown in the pouring rain and joined us for Indian food in south Hartford. I love and miss her so much, and I've needed to see my best friend so badly. It was a good night and right now I feel more calm and content than I've felt in two weeks.

I leave for DC on Monday, while Mom heads to New York to meet up with Dad. A lot's been going on in my life and its been hard to keep my head on straight, but nights like tonight remind me how important quiet evenings with family and friends are, and how despite the way I sometimes feel, I am really lucky.