words bounce back
I'm tired. It's taken me a good 10 years to feel okay to admit that to myself, but now that I've learned how to allow myself to sit back and enjoy the ride from time to time I find myself feeling things so much more. Sometimes I amaze myself when I catch onto a particularly unjaded moment, with the downfall of emotion with the true weight of all that is happening around me flowing through me like rain. It has been a long ride, and suffice to say it's not completely over yet.
I am in Dubai. I've been in Korea, Malaysia, Lebanon. These far-flung countries that are light-years away from Manhattan, from home, and yet the audience sings along in English to every word. Could there possibly be a more gratifying and mind-blowing experience as this, having my words sung back to me verbatim in a language not their own?
I miss home, but more than that I miss my support group. I wish I could bring mom and Celine (and maybe even Rene), Randy, JD, and my girlfriends on tour with me, to all these exotic locales, show them the tchotchkes I always want to buy but never do and walk along an Arabian sea at sunset with them, show them all these things that I barely have room in my own mind to store as memories but wish I could.
And exhaustion barrels at me like wind in a tunnel. Goodnight and all my love, I will be home soon.
I am in Dubai. I've been in Korea, Malaysia, Lebanon. These far-flung countries that are light-years away from Manhattan, from home, and yet the audience sings along in English to every word. Could there possibly be a more gratifying and mind-blowing experience as this, having my words sung back to me verbatim in a language not their own?
I miss home, but more than that I miss my support group. I wish I could bring mom and Celine (and maybe even Rene), Randy, JD, and my girlfriends on tour with me, to all these exotic locales, show them the tchotchkes I always want to buy but never do and walk along an Arabian sea at sunset with them, show them all these things that I barely have room in my own mind to store as memories but wish I could.
And exhaustion barrels at me like wind in a tunnel. Goodnight and all my love, I will be home soon.