Tails of a 17th Street Geisha

Drea called to tell me about her first day of school. She actually called when she landed, called when she was at dinner, called before she went to sleep, called when she woke up and then called after school.

So back to her first day of school. I said before that her town is so small that probably more people live in my building than probably her town. That might be a stretch, but I DO know that I have more friends on friendster than kids in her new middle school. That said, all the kids looked at her on her first day like she was some exotic animal.

They asked her about her boots, poked at her clothes, virtually pulled on her hair, in wonder at the beauty and uniqueness they saw in her. "she wears a sweater and no jacket!" she told me they said. "Aren’t you cold?" they pondered to her, and she laughed because it was only 43 degrees and that wasn’t nothin’ compared to what she had experienced in DC.

"Auntie Debbie! Two boys asked me out to the school dance on Friday" she exclaimed on the phone, all the while I asked if they were hot. I forgot to ask her about any gay boyfriends she could accessorize with… JUST KIDDING kids.

Anyway, perhaps her time in Silver Spring allowed her to fully appreciate the intimacy of a small-town and perhaps it gave her the strength to see her own beauty and uniqueness, giving her a way to feel stronger and more able to tackle a new school. If she had gone with her dad immediately, perhaps the transition might have been harder. Who knows.

I love that kid.

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