It's been about a year since I've danced my last tanda. I can't believe I've let life and love and work and school get in the way of tango. The sad and horrible part in that is I feel like it will be a while before I can find time to just dance again. I've certainly lost any ability to dance whatever it was that I could a year ago. I feel disconnected from the entire endeavor and I don't know, a tinge of guilt that I've managed to let it go so easily. The school holidays are coming, maybe then?
Well well well, here we come again to the end of another Tango year in 2019. Granted, this year was a lot more muted for me, just one Tango Prelims Championship, one Fame Tango Weekend extravaganza, one Tango marathon (shit, just one?!). This years tango centered very much around home, no crazy travels (thanks to change in job), no multi-country tango events (thanks to no budget + no time), a smattering of lessons. But internally, centeredness, duende. Next year, Taipei Tango Weekend, Singapore Tango Marathon + Lisbon for food, travels and Tango. Where is my tango this year? 10 years since that fateful day running to Michigan Union in shorts and t-shirt with flipflops, hair wet from a swim on a balmy end of September day, 3 to 4 weeks into the new semester. Not knowing this would kickstart one of my greatest passions in this life. The one that brings me into the world of friendships, arguments, travels and meetings. All sorts of people, friends, acquaintances, annoyances. The ...
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