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It’s a lazy Sunday morning and raining outside so before my pea-sized short term memory disappears I thought I should probably document what’s been going on this year.  2006 has been a busy one so far.  I moved flats in January and now live with one of my colleagues in a townhouse in a great part of the city.  Those who have visited so far can attest to that!  I no longer have that matchbox feeling and being able to walk around my place and up and down the stairs has led to a sense of home and freedom.  It’s amazing how feeling more settled just changes your outlook on things. 

February was the month to reconnect with old friends.  As some of you know, I spent part of my early childhood in Tripoli, Libya.  My parents had made some good friends there, and everyone had kids around the same age.  One of my buddies at the time was Sejel, a fellow oil brat a few months younger than as me.  Of course being girl friends at the age of 3 involves running around and being silly.  Not much seems to have changed in almost 30 years!  While digging through some old papers Sejel’s dad found my parents contact info in Houston.  After a phone call, they realized we were all living in London, and about a week later, Sejel and I met up for dinner after a hiatus of probably 15 years.  We bonded instantly and have spent a lot of time together since then.  I met her brother Sachin as well later that evening, and I’m amazed at how well we all get along.  We’ve been enjoying everything London has to offer, which is a completely different experience when you’ve got two locals showing you around.

Later that month I had my first visitor of the year, as Phil came over from New York for an extended weekend of fun with one of his favorite friends (yes, that’s me putting words in his mouth)  :-)  We had a blast, visiting some great restaurants, including Chutney Mary (a must visit if you are looking for great Indian food in London) and partying until dawn on a few occasions.  One of those nights involved a visit to the famous Ministry of Sound.  We didn’t get there until 3am, having closed down the club at another venue before that.  Even at that hour, the place was packed with young 20-somethings grooving to music which was playing at an ear-piercing volume.  We settled in and joined the party for a few hours.  Finally at about 6, we decided to head out, and by the time we got home the sun was up.  Needless to say, it took me a few days to recover from that weekend! 

In early March, three of us (myself, Michelle and Parul) headed down to Pau, a small town in southeastern France for some fun in the snow.  On Michelle’s insisting, I spend the first day attempting to snowboard.  Of course, being the tender age of 32 my body isn’t as young as it used to be so after falling for the 20th time, I decided I had enough.  On Day 2, I was back on skis and feeling a lot more confident!  Woohoo!  I was still a bit nervous as I hadn’t skiied in probably 5-6 years, but I was able to pretty much pick up where I left off.  The weather unfortunately wasn’t cooperating that day and taking the ski lift up, we were wondering what we were getting ourselves into.  The higher we went, the cloudier it became, and at the drop off point, visibility was about 10 feet.  It became clearer as we skiied down as the outline of the nearby scenery appeared.  I thought, wow, it must look amazing on a clear day, with snow-capped trees, and beautiful chalets dotting the French Pyrenees which served as our surroundings for the weekend. 

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