My apartment has become a revolving door for visitors lately, and it doesn't look as if it will stop anytime soon.
I'm not complaining! I'm liking the constant activity and am enjoying seeing people I may not get to see again for a while.
It all started with Linds C. and her mom, who stayed at my place last weekend even though I was in D.C. Initially we thought we'd pull a switcheroo like in the movie The Holiday, but it only worked about half right. Regardless, she is my first official visitor, even if I wasn't there to greet her personally.
Then a friend from the Senator's office came by for drinks last Wednesday, followed a few days later by an old friend from college who I hadn't seen in years and who came to town to catch up. No sooner had he left than another friend from the Senator's pulled in and has been my guest until tonight.
CK has hinted he may stay when he's in the state for work, Linds H. needs a bed while in town for a conference, and my parents are planning a visit in early September!
It's like running a bed and breakfast!
This constant flow of visitors is very exciting, but I'm afraid it is giving me a false sense of activity in my new town.
Oh well. I'll just sit back and let the door keep swinging.