In the last three months, I moved from one country to another, started a new job, started dance classes and found myself suffering from coffee and Boy withdrawal symptoms.
But amazingly enough, I think the best thing to come out of the whole period is that I learned to embrace dance.
This isn't to say that I'm good at it. I have major coordination problems and I'm still awkward as hell. But... I love it.
I love the music, the movement, the sheer excitement of it all. In the partner dances I've been doing, I love being led into turns and spins and with a good lead, I love feeling like I'm in safe hands. Who knows, maybe one day I'll actually be decent at it, but right now, I'm happy to just tag along in all my gawkiness.