"Love is like a magic penny..."
What a great, crazy, amazing, freezing, sleepless, busy, expensive, incredible week...
I got a phone call on Wed night, 24 hours later I was in NY. It was an honor and strategized privilege (many of us were poised on the sidelines for this privilege, I was just the first/fastest) to fight Kit in her blackbelt test and I couldn't be more proud of her.
All my Union business is taken care of and up to date. They're going to put my card on hiatus once I send them my new contract. So that's a good thing. Clearly I'm not going to use the card as most people would, but I went through a lot to get it, and I would like to keep it...just in case...
The rest of the week was spent crashing on random couches and spending time with wonderful people. NY and I did not part on good terms, but this trip reminded me of why I went there in the first place, and what kept me there. There are wonderful people I miss a lot, but I know those who are meant to be part of my life always will be. I will be there for them when they need me and can count on their support, no matter where life takes us.
Yesterday, Todd, Margaret and I were hanging out in Fordham and I ended up running into my former directing professor. She was running off to a meeting or rehearsal or something and I was only in her presence for about a minute, at the most. But she gave me the up and down glance with an incredulous look on her face and in her rushed, stammering way said, "You look good. Really good! You look...happy!..." And the only response could be a laugh and "I am happy..."
The week ended at about 1 am this morning, after spending the evening/night on the couch, watching movies with Linda and Mike. No Reservations was cute and predictable, but Becoming Jane was perfect. Sure, the movie had its flaws, but Linda and I first really started hanging out one Saturday afternoon, years ago, at Julie's apartment. We drank wine, snacked on fruit and cheese, and watched Bridget Jones' Diary. Since then we've seen every version of Pride and Prejudice that comes our way and ending with the most recent story of Jane Austen with the accompanying fruit/cheese/wine spread, was the only way this could end.
I left in the dark of the morning, knowing that even when I visit NY again, I won't be returning there. Linda and Mike have bought a house and will be moving in May/June. The Imp that is my fickle iPod played "Better to Have Loved" as I took one last look up at my former window. I do love NY, even if I can't live there. I love many of the things I did there, am proud of my accomplishments, learned from my failures, and am a better person for having lived there. And now I am moving on to other things...
I got a phone call on Wed night, 24 hours later I was in NY. It was an honor and strategized privilege (many of us were poised on the sidelines for this privilege, I was just the first/fastest) to fight Kit in her blackbelt test and I couldn't be more proud of her.
All my Union business is taken care of and up to date. They're going to put my card on hiatus once I send them my new contract. So that's a good thing. Clearly I'm not going to use the card as most people would, but I went through a lot to get it, and I would like to keep it...just in case...
The rest of the week was spent crashing on random couches and spending time with wonderful people. NY and I did not part on good terms, but this trip reminded me of why I went there in the first place, and what kept me there. There are wonderful people I miss a lot, but I know those who are meant to be part of my life always will be. I will be there for them when they need me and can count on their support, no matter where life takes us.
Yesterday, Todd, Margaret and I were hanging out in Fordham and I ended up running into my former directing professor. She was running off to a meeting or rehearsal or something and I was only in her presence for about a minute, at the most. But she gave me the up and down glance with an incredulous look on her face and in her rushed, stammering way said, "You look good. Really good! You look...happy!..." And the only response could be a laugh and "I am happy..."
The week ended at about 1 am this morning, after spending the evening/night on the couch, watching movies with Linda and Mike. No Reservations was cute and predictable, but Becoming Jane was perfect. Sure, the movie had its flaws, but Linda and I first really started hanging out one Saturday afternoon, years ago, at Julie's apartment. We drank wine, snacked on fruit and cheese, and watched Bridget Jones' Diary. Since then we've seen every version of Pride and Prejudice that comes our way and ending with the most recent story of Jane Austen with the accompanying fruit/cheese/wine spread, was the only way this could end.
I left in the dark of the morning, knowing that even when I visit NY again, I won't be returning there. Linda and Mike have bought a house and will be moving in May/June. The Imp that is my fickle iPod played "Better to Have Loved" as I took one last look up at my former window. I do love NY, even if I can't live there. I love many of the things I did there, am proud of my accomplishments, learned from my failures, and am a better person for having lived there. And now I am moving on to other things...