...but I was alive

What a weekend! New York was wonderful, as usual. And it was so, so great to see Meg. Her boyfriend recently left to go back to Germany after failing to get a visa to stay in the States, so she's been pretty down, pretty bummed and feeling very alone. Having me down there really raised her spirits and put her in a more positive state of mind. I was so very glad that I could help her in that regard. We've been friends since the first day of first year...in August of 2000. We've been through a lot. Some good, some bad. But I feel like now we're both really happy with ourselves and the directions in which our lives are headed and that only serves to make our friendship stronger and more comfortable than ever.

Friday night Meg's mum was in town and the three of us went out to a lovely Italian restaurant in Astoria. We spent Saturday looking at apartment for Meg (she's moving into Manhattan, because she's going to be starting her M.A. at Columbia in the fall). Then wandered down to the Upper West Side. Wandered, chatted, subwayed down to Union Square and bought some wonderful greens, tomatoes, and sheep's cheese that we took home and turned into a splendid dinner. We met up with one of Meg's friends for a glass of wine and then went to this fancy-schmanzy mid-town literati party. It was fabulous. But we're pathetic, and despite that fact that we were definitely the youngest people there, we could hold out past about 1:30a.m.

Sunday we spent in Queens: a Greek church festival, dinner in Jackson Heights. We had wonderful, amazing, Indian food...in gluttonous portions. It was heaven.

Monday I did way too much damage shopping. Let's not talk about it. I'm trying to ignore to nagging voice in my head that's adding up how much I spent.

Yesterday I awoke to find an exciting email in my inbox. Back in April I applied for something called the Junior Professional Consultant Programme with the United Nations Association of Canada. I found out that out of 1400 applicants (for 17 positions), I've been shortlisted to worked directly under the Communications Director at the United Nations Development Programme in Namibia. It sounds like an amazing position and opportunity. And ofcourse I'm going to continue to pursue it. But I can't help worrying about the reprecussions it could have on my life here. And that scares me. But mostly I'm excited out of my mind.

On my iPod: "Nada" --Juanes, "Papercutz" --K-os, "Such Great Heights" --The Postal Service