This past weekend was Neffa, a fabulous festival in Mansfield, MA. It was all of the above and more.
(Picture by Robin Reid)Today was a true day-after, similar to coming back to civilization after a week at dance camp. It feels odd that I didn't recognize people on the street and in the elevator like I did in the hallways of the school where Neffa happens. I wanted nothing more than to look at pictures of the festival, relive and rehash all of the moments, share stories, think about next year.
Reality will sink in after a few days, though I fear the next few home dances will fall a little flat in comparison. I will wash all of the dresses, finish unpacking before I repack it all for next weekend's adventure, and who knows, maybe even catch up on a little sleep.
2 comments:
Such an apt description!
--Jenny
I admit to a wee small bit of wistfulness towards the usual let-down. Instead, I got more excitement than I wanted:
--during the festival, some confusion as the only friend in MD who had keys to my apt lost them, and thus we had to arrange a substitute to care for the cat. (The landlord obliged, yay. In future, I now know another friend has them in her *car*, not on her person.)
--a dead tree and all the wires to my apartment were lying on the front lawn when I returned last night. Electric is back, phone/'net are not, and Verizon promises valiantly to have them fixed by Monday, May 11 at 6 p.m. Uh, guys...
--a bank error to sort out. No fining me for your mistake! Boo!
--a dying raccoon on my back patio. I called the humane society and he did not care when they picked him up. Poor little fella. I hope his family is all well...
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