Many lifetimes

I love most those places I visit that make me feel as though I lived there before, at the right time, a part of the daily grind in another place and time. Standing inside the Colosseum wondering if the gorgeous lighting was just for me (ego, I know), I could practically hear the crowds filling the stands, smell their anticipation.

Since returning to New York, I have been surprised at the overwhelming loneliness I battle. Two weeks with family and close friends, constant companions, were so warm. The mistake was not preparing for the end of my personal utopia. Isolated at the office, I am floating, aware mostly of changes in the temperature around me. Unfocused and fuzzy. Hoping that this is mostly jet lag, I crank the ipod, eat something healthy, splurge on the occasional unhealthy treat of divine diet Dr. Pepper berries and cream. I am telling you - don't start! Dr. Crack is more like it. And wait for the weekend when I can try to reocognize my old self.
Two and a half hours of tennis last night brought immense joy and only slilghtly less fatigue. Music to my ears were the words (in heavy Egyptian tennis pro accent) "I was hopeful before. Now I am sure: you will be good." Even if it isn't true, I will certainly take it. Gladly. Back to the punisher tonight. 2007 could be a very good year. In this lifetime.