Hallways and stairs
I ended the year the same way about a dozen feet from where it started: standing next to Ankita at a house party in South Berkeley with a plastic flute of Champagne in one hand. This time, instead of standing in the middle of a crowded room, we stood in the hallway of the house.
We’d spent most of the evening there, as it was roomy and mostly unobstructed, and it turned out to be a great spot to see and greet and hug most of the people who were there trying to move from one part of the house to another.
