Oh, we're halfway there --

If my life has ever been lived on a prayer, it's now.
I'm finding it's not such an awful place to be.

Here are a few stats since 4/21:

- I have drunk somewhere in the neighborhood of 17-26 soy lattes, some (i.e. Tryst) better than others.
- I have shared meals with the badass President of DC's finest human rights organization , the best Southern couple North Carolina ever produced, and my favorite surrogate family in Arlington.
- I understand why people see classical music live: the cellist at the National Gallery performance had hair that was more accessory than anything else.
- I have cleaned a desk with remarkable speed and agility and found a treasure trove hidden in my bottom file drawer (6 pair of shoes, a jar of Laura Scudder's crunchy, Pad Thai, socks, and '50 Ways to Find a Lover').
- I have been a mom for a weekend. Enough said.
- I have said goodbye to my first Michigan-friend, my first Egyptian-princess-friend, my first 90's-grunge-friend, with amazingly few tears shed.
- I have underestimated the Atlantic sun (to the point that I couldn't sit down) and squealed incessantly at the Atlantic beauty.
- I have made it halfway or higher through not one, but two books on my spring reading list ('The Shack,' 'Great Gatsby').
- I know where my tire-changing tools are now; given about 6 hours and a flat driving surface, I might be able to change one myself.
- I have decided that Celine and I are one soul in different bodies ('Surprise, Surprise').
- I am now aware that the Hampton Inn in Morehead City offers 'Spring Romance Pkgs.'
- I know, after chatting with Brianna and Anessa on the steps of the National Gallery, that Miley Cyrus has made my name cool again.
- I have spent 120 hours straight with my friend/roommate, and much to Patrick's surprise, we still haven't run out of things to talk about.
- I have not worn any shoes but my broken-in Rainbows, and have gotten my first neon pedicure of the summer; ah, how my feet are rejoicing.
- I have realized that my worldly possessions fit into three stacking suitcases, a Rubbermaid tub, and two crates, and I like it.
- I have moved 3 miles down a road and started looking for a new life, only to find that I'm already halfway there.

So, let it be known: I'm momentarily jobless and penniless, but if laughter and peace could be measured in nickels and dimes, I'd be a rich lady. They sort of are. So I am.

Also, if I had a penny for every time I see a Chihuahua in a disgusting tutu, I could probably fund my soy latte addiction.

Love ya, DC.