Rainiest of Mays and I'm walking home in the rain, again, and the wind is so strong it pushes my umbrella inside out and my bags are so heavy I have to stop four times to shift their weight and rest my hands, all the while juggling an umbrella that won't right itself. And even though on the outside I look like a mess with my hair wet and matted and my feet soaked, on the inside I'm really calm and together and instead of thinking about how I should have just driven to the grocery store, I am thinking about all the days I get to spend sitting in that one spot at the library of congress where that statue of Shakespeare looks over me as I read and all the evenings that will be spent with friends at happy hours across the city and those sundays I'll be playing kickball and that weekend when Sarah will come to visit and that other weekend that I'll be going home. Because I made a promise to myself that I will keep this Happy happening for as long as I can.