I currently have a lot on my mind and I decided it would be more than fine to just blog about 2 days.
Day 59
Yesterday was another day of relaxing and trying to get better. As I continue on my fun journey of no lung support I try to take it as easy as I can.
However, my sleep and resting is interrupted by the inevitable event of every Thursday…a show.
Now I am the last person in the world to avoid going to a show. So the fact that I didn’t want to go should be a testament to the fact of how not good I felt.
So after an attempt to get tickets for another night and then finding out that the rest of the run is sold out, I bundled up in my layers and headed out to see My Romantic History at the Bush Theatre.
I would rank it the 3rd or 4th best play that I’ve seen here. I’m debating because I can’t decide as of yet whether I like this or Pieces of Vincent better. So as of the moment my hierarchy of plays is the following
Design For Living
Faust
Pieces of Vincent / My Romantic History
Clybourne Park
Merry Wives
Enlightenment
Hamlet / All My Sons (I hated them both equally)
ANYWAYS… I really loved MRH. It was about relationships and really sheds a light on how two people can view the same situation completely opposite. It was really well acted and directed. So I am VERY glad that I did not miss out on this show for the following reasons
One: I loved it
Two: I had to buy the script and that makes me happy because there are some great women’s mono’s in there…YAY!
Day 60
I find it funny that its exactly two months after I left from the USA and this is when my mind becomes a clusterfuck.
A few weeks ago everyone in my friend group, myself included (bad grammar…yes), went through about 2 weeks where we all became very snappy at the world and really just missed our parents.
With the exception of the time where I broke down crying in front of the tube station because it was raining and I thought I was going to be late for the super expensive Les Miz tickets I bought, this was the only time I really broke down.
I seem to be going through some other phase at the moment that I can’t really put a name on.
Teachers say that as singers we have this muscle memory and that’s why what we work on in warm up’s every week helps us when we work on songs because your muscles remember what you had done before to make the right sound.
I feel like if this is true then maybe we have a “muscle memory” for emotions too. It’s officially the beginning of November and it feels like it. I’m antsy and jittery and home feels just around the corner…but it isn’t.
It’s not even that I want to go home now cause I don’t. People say that when you are tired of London then you are tired of living. I never want to leave London, I want to stay here and see shows every night and hang out with these amazing people who have become friends.
Yet…part of me longs for the long cream couch with the mahogany table in the center of room with The Holiday playing on the TV. A huge fire in the brick fireplace on the left hand side with the (almost) fully lit Christmas tree standing next to it .Meanwhile my mom sits on the couch to the right of me watching endless youtube video’s of all of her friends’ children singing multiple variations of the exact same song.
I can smell the gingerbread in the air and as I type this listening to “I’ll be home for Christmas” I can hear it soaring in the air back at home with such a completely different effect on me there then it does right now.
I can hear my mom and dad debating on whether Die Hard really is a “Christmas Movie”…and I miss home.
It’s not that I’m sick of London…I’m far from that.
It’s the beginning of November and every year at this time I feel home closely approaching. I know that I would normally be seeing my parents in 3 weeks and as of now I won’t for another…6 weeks and 1 day ( or ) 42 days.
Drew’s parents just visited him for a week. Steve’s mom arrives this week and is here for the duration of the semester and then Izzy’s whole family will be here for thanksgiving.
I don’t know how Jenny and Jamie are dealing with this since we are in the same boat when it comes to when we will see our parents.
But at this moment it feels like no matter what I do my “muscle memory” has taken me over and I can’t help but long for home.
I could really use a snow flurry right now.
“I'm dreaming tonight of a place I love
Even more than I usually do
And although I know it's a long road back
I promise you
I'll be home for Christmas
You can count on me
Please have snow and mistletoe
And presents by the tree
Christmas eve will find you
Where the love light gleams
I'll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams”
P.S. If you are reading this at work…sorry for making you cry at work mom ... love you lol
That is what has been on my mind today.
Shows seen to date= 20
Wicked
Merry Wives of Windsor
RADA staged reading
Pieces of Vincent
Love Never Dies
Les Miserables
Clybourne Park
Jason Robert Brown
Catwalk Show
All My Sons
Les Miz 25th Anniversary tour
I drink the air before me = modern dance show
Enlightenment
Faust
Avenue Q
Cardboard Citizens
Parade
Hamlet
Design for living
My Romantic History
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