I am not homeless, not a gypsy, not transcontinental, not a world traveller, not an "adventurist", none of those things any longer. I finally have a home. And now that I'm settled in, I don't feel too perky about it. Sadly, I am still emotionally in Armenia. There you have it... almost two months since I returned to the US and I'm still thinking about my trips to Kharabagh, the Watermelon I'm missing out on, the sound of the duduk in the background while I shop at Vernisage. Life in Beacon Hill is fine, but it's not Armenia. It's funny, I have all the greatest restaurants just below me, all the convenience in the world (except for a damn parking spot), and yet, I'm not satisfied. I suppose it could be said that everybody these days is in a slum of some sort, with the horrible economy, the paranoia, uncertainty... Something is definitely wrong these days. At least once there was hope on people's faces for something better. Now there isn't even that anymore. I think a Hayastansi once said that to me actually, but rather describing the situation in Armenia years after independence. Interesting.

Well, I'm sucking it up. I'm going to Montreal this weekend... I think... to visit my good friend Perouz, whom I met in Armenia during my 6 month excursion. That should be interesting since I'll be driving someone that I met, but can't remember, but I know I know him, but I don't know where from, but I heard he was in town. Apparently, he feels the same about me. Can't remember me, but knows he should know me. This is an essence of the Armenian community here. Don't we all know each other, really?

On a bright note, I received word from Raffi Meneshian (who has not logged in a while... come on Raffi, get with it) that the next Pomegranate produced CD "Hover" will be in from the printers tomorrow. This is something to sing and dance about. Montreal, here I come!