Blues
I've just had a fantastic weekend. In the 48 hours between Friday and Sunday evenings I must have been dancing for over 24 of them. I have been through Lindy, Tango and Blues bliss with so, so many nice people. The dance community continues to astound me with how wonderful it is.
Tonight is the last night in my flat. It's now as spartan as the day I moved in. In contrast to the day I moved in I'm spending tonight here alone, which is sad but strangely quite fitting. I'd normally opt for a glass of good whisky to celebrate such occasion, but tonight all I have is an almost (and soon to be) empty bottle of Amaretto. Plus the beautiful tones of Eva Cassidy - that helps a lot.
Actually, I don't think I'm as blue as I expected. It is the end of a major stage of my life, but it's also the beginning of something new. And new is always good, no matter how bad it is. I'd like to write about how I feel right now, but I'm not entirely sure - I feel kind of numb. So I'll take to my sleeping bag, and hope to dream of more blues. Who knows what the morning will bring...
