Sep 08, 2004 02:27
Last month I found myself back home, in Philadelphia, drinking in the childhood memories with Mom over coffee. I felt warm and things were finally leveling off as far as keeping in touch went. Normally I’d get wrapped up in the world of events around the city with Sarah and Don but after a stall in the tour and a late night phone call from my Dad I marched my vegetarian self over there. I don’t think anyone was happier than my Dad was to finally see me visit. The Sharp clan has always been very supportive of my music but no one more than my Dad. He was the one who’d trudge through snow and rain, battling small theaters just to hear me sing. He was also the only one who’d scream out requests because the audiences were usually unfamiliar with the music. I never forget the shows whenever he’d yell over the small crowd. Don never forgot either. I’m filled with so much gratitude and wonderment at how far time has taken my family as well as me. I’m growing, I’m learning and I aspire to be half the cheerleader my Dad is.
I came back to New York this afternoon and technically I’m still on hiatus but that’s not going to stop me from doing a few things here and there. I’m glad to be back during what looks to be a nice Indian summer here. I wouldn’t mind following my heart someday.