“Home, where my thoughts are fleeting; home, where the music’s playing; home, where my love-life’s waiting silently for me…” That lyric is from a Simon and Garfunkle song that initially caught at my heart at the tender age of 12–when I was away from home for the first time, studying ballet at the Chautauqua Institute in upstate New York. I can remember just sitting in my little dorm room, listening to that folksy song and letting it resonate within me. Because it was describing me–maybe not so much the love-life part (or maybe it was just waiting very silently–think mime)–but at that point in my life, I loved home so much, that anything that was different from home was simply hateful. Something to be endured, with the prize always before me–returning home. Since then, I think I have matured some, at least to the point where I am not quite so black-and-white in the way I view my world. See, I no longer hate everything that isn’t home. This is a good thing, because God seems to keep taking me far away from home…
Which brings me to now: I am on my third tour (musical theater tour, that is–without the clarification, I sound like some kind of veteran, which I can assure you I am not, but only have the utmost respect and regard for those who are) in as many years. Oh, and I am married to a wonderfully kind, patient, and funny man–and for how long have I been married, you may wonder? Yep. Three years….Anyway, my point is that I am trying to perform this balancing act of loving home, being apart of it, and embracing what my life looks like now.
What does my life look like now? I am doing my first Broadway tour–A Chorus Line. I love the show and I am absolutely grateful for this job. I am acutely aware of the fact that the man I love is in Delaware, though, while right now, I am in Los Angeles. I, with a few friends, am subletting a house full of character and charm with a panoramic view of the city. There are wonderfully citrusy fruits growing in the backyard, providing a perfect backdrop for the pool. And the outdoor fireplace. And there is a baby grand piano in the middle of a spacious living room–with another view of the city; it’s stucco houses peaking through the foliage and life of this tropical space like so many shy mushrooms in a forest bed. So, I am experiencing all this beauty and newness, meeting and befriending wonderfully interesting and lovely people, and the fulfillment of a job that really is part of my dream–and I am trying to make sure that Drew (especially) and all the people who are so intrinsically apart of my life, aren’t left behind like an old toy after a kid’s birthday party. Don’t worry, they won’t be…
Another awesome thing about being in LA is that I get to spend time with my brother, my sister-in-law, and my niece and nephew. I’ll be here for almost two months…so, it’s so comforting to have real, honest-to-goodness family here.
Ok, so here is my first post. I’ll write more soon. Promise.
Posted by jessica on May 18, 2008 |
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My name is Jessica and this is a nice, quiet space that I like to cram with words.
