Posted May 27th, 2003 by Michelle

The sun- get this- the sun is actually… are you ready? SHINING! Shining, I say, and even though it is a wee bit chilly, my windows are wide open to the breeze.

I just walked in from yoga class, which I barely made after being dropped off in Midtown on our way back from the farm. Even though the weather was horff-riffic, the weekend was actually really nice. I raced out of work early to catch the 6:15 train to Wassaic, where my brother picked me up. On the way to the farmhouse, we listened to the music my mother wrote for the Pink House, with Ian telling me what was happening during each piece. The music was simpy amazing- the talent my mother possesses actually hurts my heart. To think that her blood runs through my veins. In my wildest dreams, I will be half as brilliant, create only half the magic that my mother does in a single phrase.

The sun was almost set, and the hills were verdant and soaked, and I realized as I only do when it happens, that I am content in the company of my brothers. It is one of the few times that the world perfectly rights itself. I was realizing this as we rolled through the country, thinking about my time away from them and the rest of my family if I get accepted into the Peace Corps. But Ian and Tessa have promised to visit me wherever I land, and my mother as well. I will call it the Williams Family Returns to Africa.

Strange, though. We got home, meaning drove into the heart of New York City, and I actually rolled my window down to smell my home. I love this city with a passion that I’ve never felt for anyone outside my family. I feel loyal to it, proud of it, I feel as though it is a part of us. Driving in the hell of midtown I actually missed living in the city, versus Brooklyn. Station Break- big news- my Peace Corps recruiter just called and we set up my interview for next Tuesday. Things are certainly rolling along. I’m terrifed they won’t want me, and terrified they will.