Halo and Happy July!
Mr. Luz and I are mostly settled in our new apartment (an adorable row house 2 blocks from my work, our yoga place, and Mr. Luz's favorite Ethiopian coffee shop).
Papaya Blue once predicted that I would begin to appreciate D.C. when I recognize that some of things I love about New Orleans are also here in my new home, and I know she's right. (Hear that, Papaya?) Our new apartment and our new surroundings definitely remind me of the Good Life in the Big Easy, and I'm finally happy to be right where I am. We've managed to find an apartment and a neighborhood that is intimate, and cozy. Sometimes it feels like the sun shines brighter and the breeze seems sweeter on our little street. And though I find that so much of this city is superficial and all about undercutting something to get the competitive edge, the businesses and the people in our area strive for substance --we can find a dedicated yoga instructor, a sincere and passionate artist, or a dinner that's worth far more than the menu price right around the corner and on any given day.
And on the nights when I can sit out on my front patio and talk to one of our warm and wonderful neighbors as the lightening bugs float past, just enjoying the easy pace of the evening and the company of friends, I feel like I'm home.