dear you

This weekend everything changed and my heart was so full and the world felt all right. The kind of right where each turn of a corner and exit out of the metro station felt like arriving again and again to the place I was meant to be. Friday, I TA'ed for the last time and my students bought me a card and a little box of scented candles and I realized that I learned more things this semester than I was able to teach. That evening I headed to Epicurean and mourned Karl's departure from the states with drinks and merriment and great conversation. I don't know what it was about that night--maybe the booze, maybe the company--but the world outside seemed to freeze and real life did not touch our table, as we laughed and laughed until closing time. Not wanting the night to end, a few of us hopped the bus and headed to a little dive bar on P Street, with great music and few people, where we drank and talked until 2:30 in the morning before heading home.

Saturday, I walked around Dupont and had a picnic in the circle. There was a May Pole and dancing and the city felt like home. That night was the English cocktail party, where I saw some people for the last time and met some other people for the first. Afterward, we headed next door to Gin and Tonic, where we danced our hearts out while belting Journey lyrics on the top of our lungs.

It has felt a lot like summer already and that transition from grey to blue and green, from late nights studying to later nights not studying, always comes fast but it seems even more sudden this time around.

And life seems to be piecing itself back together again. This weekend all the talks were easy and the smiles were plenty and palms were sweaty and all I could think of were future adventures and late nights and early mornings and sharing those times with the greatest people. And so all I want to do is rewind and hit the pause button and stay in this sort of happy calm always where the picture is sort of fuzzy and you don't know what comes after just what comes now.