Steve’s home! He’s been away since Tuesday morning at the regional Kennedy Center American College Theatre Festival, workshopping his adaptation of Gilgamesh and a ten-minute play.
I missed him, but this separation was much easier for me than the same one two years ago. Part of it’s that I’m a much happier woman now. More comfortable with silence, more content with my own company. There are stories percolating in my head, spilling from my fingers, and it makes it harder to be lonely. And part of it is living in the city. I’m surrounded by people as I walk and bus everywhere; it’s so easy to stop at the library or the coffee shop on the way home. And, oh, DC is a fabulous place to be this weekend. I was downtown yesterday as they practiced for the Inaugural Parade, and streets were closed, police directing traffic, tourists gawking, vendors hawking Obama memorabilia on every street corner. When I watched the news last night, I cried. There’s so much hope and excitement, as omnipresent as the cold air knifing in at ankles and wrists and noses. This is the first winning president I’ve voted for, the first politican I’ve voted for with my heart instead of just my party. And this is my city now. It’s so exciting, even if I’m just watching TV on Tuesday like the rest of the world.