The only thing that tempers the undeniable fabulocity of Catherine's visit is some of the issues it highlighted. Chief among these is the fact that she's still abroad for another five months. That means that it'll be snowing before I get another wonderful evening with one of my favorite people. It also means that most of my favorite people live way too far away for my taste.

However, what is worth mentioning is the fact that most of us at dinner on Friday aren't happy with our current situations, and don't have a lot in our lives that brings us joy. By extension of this is something on which I've commented previously. Round about this past April I was as happy as I've ever been. Since May, this has not been the case. How did I manage to go from loving every aspect of my life to being worn out and just making do? Worth is taken from employment and joy is taken from friends/love life. I'm no longer interning at a worthwhile organization and finishing my masters, and all of my friends are equally depressing as I am. I'm working 60 hours a week without being to make ends meet. Rather than dating a boy with whom I was rapidly falling in love, I'm meeting and briefly seeing people who remind me that I have years of singledom to look forward to before anything truly good comes along.

I know that this is really just a matter of transition, and that everyone has to go through it from time to time, but I don't really know how much more of this I can take. I like being happy, and I enjoy having an idea of what comes next. At the moment, I'm just feeling terribly lost.

I want to feel like me again. That's really not an extravagant request, is it?