Sunday, November 1, 2009

Chapter eight

November 1, 2009

Today marks the beginning of the fourth month of my time in Chicago. It’s very strange how times flies. So much has changed since August. Well, maybe not *so* much has changed, but it feels much different now. I have friends who I feel very close to; I’m pretty comfortable dancing with the company now (even though there are times that I still question myself and my skills); I’m becoming more and more familiar with the neighborhoods and general feel of Chicago, yet I’m consistently surprised by how BIG the city is.

It’s pretty cool to get to know a whole new city…although I wish I were able to take advantage of the city’s music/nightlife scene more…I blame it on the fact that it takes forever to get anywhere/get back and on the fact that I refuse to walk around late at night in my neighborhood by myself.

I showed my apartment to some people last week but I am not sure if they still want to sublet it. I haven’t heard from them in half a week so…it makes me think that they’re looking elsewhere for lodging. Boo-erns I say! I had looked at some cute studios and I was really hoping to move into one of them soon. What I want most is to move before it snows here, which could be at any time now. Frankly, I’m surprised it hasn’t snowed yet with all of the white fluffy stuff MN has been receiving.

You know how sometimes you can feel a big storm coming on? I feel that way right now, only it’s a storm of stress and emotions. Thodos’ first show is in two weeks (Centre East on the 13th and the Harris Theater on the 28th) and this week is our last week of rehearsals before tech. The long nights, the high levels of anxiety and stress…it’s almost tangible and it’s only Sunday. I’m hoping no one lets their emotions get the best of them; I’m hoping everyone remains collected, because it could get real nasty if we’re all frustrated with one another. Not that I think this will actually happen but there is always a possibility of it when we’re spending all day and all night together trying to perfect every little detail. Ah the life of a performer – always striving for perfection when perfection is in fact a myth.

My parents just booked my tickets home for December. I will be coming home on the 16th and will leave the morning of the 28th. If you read between the lines you’ll hear me saying, “Hey MPLS kids, let’s hang out while I’m home because I don’t know when I’ll be able to visit next!”

I guess that’s it for now. I apologize that I haven’t been writing as often as I originally promised. Some how time gets away from me and I become unmotivated to post entries. I will try to be better about this. Until then, keep warm!

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