New York.
New York:
I've been there before, but that visit - while influential and memorable - can and never will compare to the recent journey I've embarked on.
Les Misérables has changed and impacted my life in a way I never thought possible. I spoke with Stasy, one of my roommates tonight, about God (briefly) tonight and our belief in Him/Her/Whomever, and I can honestly say my belief in something has increased. That musical has touched my soul, if I even have one, and after seeing that show I believe that yes, I do. Even if it is merely an inkling of a soul, or the shadow of what once was, it is now there again.
Anyone who knows me knows that I am a musical advocate, but never has a musical moved me in such a way, never has a musical made me bawl throughout what, all three hours of it?
I had been concerned up until that point that I was this stoic monster, unable of true emotion unless it involved romantic love. But when I saw Les Miz... everything just poured out of me. Months, maybe even years of bottled-up emotions emerged seemingly out of nowhere as this beautiful story unfolded before my - well, as cliché as it sounds - weary and semi-jaded eyes. I was so relieved afterwards. The weight of the world was lifted from my shoulders.
I don't think I can write anymore at the moment.
I'll try to write more later...