A Day Without Rain

Do you know the feeling when you enter a room and you feel welcome? Do you know the feeling when an interviewer tells you that you should be proud of yourself? Do you know the sensation of tiny electric pinpricks of excitement all over your body? Do you know the feeling when you want to hug the world? Do you know the feeling when you cannot stop smiling, hopping around, and humming to yourself? Do you know the feeling when all the pieces seem to fit together?
Oh, what a day, a splendid day indeed. Been called in for a second round of a job interview. It's not decided yet but I decided to let myself indulge in all the pleasantries of it nevertheless. Which are: an MD who welcomes you with a big smile and asks you to call her by her first name (Tegeződjünk!), she tells me that I achieved the highest score on the technical test of the previous meeting, she tells me that I possess a feeling for technology, she asks questions that make sense (unlike many employers), we have common views about the world of work, and... well, perhaps, that's all. Please keep your fingers crossed for me.
I came home feeling that I'm worth something in this whole big world, and there's someone who appreciates me (apart from my loyal friends and fans of course). Then I went through the rest of the day flying. I had a lesson with my private student, then spent about a quarter of an hour looking at baby socks. Actually, they were for my best friend (or rather her future baby), but for some mysterious reason when I related the story to my sister she thought I had bought the socks for my future child. Which would be a Monica Geller kind of thing to do, but I think I'm not so desperate as yet (and the socks weren't that cheap either). The socks are lovely, this I have to own. Dark red towelling socks with teeny white sheep. The size is specially for newborn babies. I thought they would look just as good on a boy or a girl, and there was some Christmas aura about them. Then I realized the baby will be born in the summer, but who cares if these socks are just so irresistibly cute? Wish I had a picture to show you.
So we spent the rest of the day, about four hours with my friend in Cserpes Tejivó. I have ambiguous feelings about the place so won't describe it now. It is surely worth a visit. We chatted a lot and fit in very well, as the place was full of girls like us discussing their private life, except that they looked like university students, but again, with a bit of luck I might pass as one, especially with my dice-shaped earrings and radiant post-job-interview face.
Later in the evening I had an assignment to be sent in email until midnight. I could have done it days ago but always found something else to do, but for some reason that made me more relaxed and creative when writing it, and I think it turned out nice.
So then after sending the assignment I had a nice hot shower and kept whistling merry tunes, which in the end led to Runaway by The Corrs. So why A Day Without Rain? Here's a little metaphor for you to work out.

P.S. And I almost forgot to mention that also today I won two tickets to an international literary festival held in Budapest. Hope to see Tóth Krisztina there, but that would mean calling off the orchestra session (I mean for my part, not in general). Isn't that my lucky day?