Walking home last night with the iPod in my ears, listening to
Foy Vance (
First of July), strolling through the amber lit streets I was captivated by another 'reflective mood'... Maybe it was just the poignantness (
yes, that is a new word) of Foy's lyrics but I started to reflect on the last year of my life.
This has become a regular occurrence in DC.
WIP challenges you not only to find out about different people and cultures but also yourself. I thought about the friends I have made, the places I have been and how much I have learnt (
apparently Americans don't use this part participle, but instead use 'learned'- not cool).
These last few weeks, in particular, have been compiled of some of the best moments of my life. I think it was sitting at the back of a yellow school bus, in the middle of a raging thunder and lightening storm, with thirty-odd interns from
South Africa, Ireland and
Northern Ireland singing
'Summer of '69' at the top of their lungs when it hit me-
I know someday I will look back on this
'Summer of '08' and say, in the words of Brian Adams:
'Those were the best days of my life'
