Sunday, October 19, 2008

Even though I just got an email from an upper-year student asking what, exactly, a research paper is, I am trying desprately to screw my head back on. In a positive enough fashion to get me through the rest of the term.

I'm sitting here contemplating this in Nearest Metropolis airport, waiting for a connecting flight home. I'm on my way from Second Nearest Metropolis, the American city where I spent the weekend. Dancing. Yes, i got to dance all weekend (well, actually, I took it easier than I usually do because my knee was a bit shocked by this activity).

Yes, the dancing that I love. That I haven't been able to do since February since I missed dance camp in the summer. That I now have to travel to do, since I live in Scary City.

So that infusion of joy - as well as a gorgeous weekend in a Metropolis, meeting new people who feel so much like the community I left behind - make me feel alive again. I need to bottle that feeling.

Thankfully, I do have a good friend - also from my world o' dancing - coming to visit me from Home City this week.

Even though it's late and I'm tired, I'm looking forward to bringing this energy home with me, to Scary City.


plam said...

I think I feel the same way about skiing as you feel about dancing. That may or may not be ironic; I don't know Scary City's skiing potential.

It's great to hear that you had a joyous weekend dancing and that your knee is up to it though!

I have contact with undergraduates tomorrow, since I'm subbing for a friend who's out of town....

medieval woman said...

That's so great! I'm so glad you got to go dancing and meet new people!

Once more, into the breach...