iced bangkok

green tea with a whisper of lemon grass.  guest of honor--soy milk.

so this month, i'm in nyc.  hot, sweaty nyc.

this afternoon, a friend of mine and i moseyed across pratt with our million pound computers to do a little work at a cozy little nook called pillow cafe.  i worked on sketches for a client's calling card.  it's a simple job.  very cute, very bubbly client.  naturally, i'm trying to find a loop-hole where i can add a bit of edge to the design.

but my thoughts kept crawling toward the events of the past week.

fijian sunset

organic green tea, papaya, and wild pineapple.

a sister visited from korea so what began as a gang of people became an intimate flock who gathered around an order of devourable hummus and blue corn chips.

what makes a community?  certainly not a mosh-pit of wandering 20 somethings escaping from reality to a false sense of stability.  yet there we were, catching up on each other's lives which had long since joined the rest of the world with all of its laws of cause and effect.  we were like old friends, now all mothers, getting together for tea on a summer afternoon... except absolutely nothing like that at all.

there were talks of new careers, going back to grad school, and mulling over what country to live in next.  certainly not a soccer-mom discussion.  life after having buried 2 years of your life in a foreign country can bring about some interesting postpartum symptoms.