The last summer camp is done, and I’m off to England for my very well-deserved break (Says who? Says I!) feeling tired, bruised, but incredibly happy. I’m going home. I know, I know, Vienna, Virginia is my hometown now, and it is indeed lovely and welcoming, and I like being here. However, there is always that feeling …
I am in London, and all is well with the world. It is fantastic to be back in the city where I grew up, where everything is so familiar and comfortable. I feel like a missing puzzle piece that has finally been popped back into it’s place. I grew up in a leafy part of South …
So I have a spot at the Ballston Arts and Crafts Market. This makes me inordinately happy. Happy like a small child with a great,big lollipop. No, a small child with a great, big, rainbow colored lollipop… with sprinkles. Why is this such a great, big deal to me? I think it is because …
