TILT July 9, 2014

Hello hello hello to my little blog fans.
Oh, how I’ve missed you.
I don’t know how I could possibly catch you up on what’s going on with me, but I’ll try.
Since last November, things have been a whirlwind in my life. I applied for a job and eight days later I was giving my two-weeks notice at a job that had been the entirety of my life for more than three years. I was finding a new place to live and saying goodbye to people who had started as strangers and became my friends, my family.
I hated Othello when I arrived. I was counting down the days until I hit the year I promised my boss. But then a funny thing started to happen. People started stopping me in the post office, the grocery store, the park to say hello. People waved to me on the street. They asked me how I was, remembered things about me. They cared.
Othello became more of a hometown to me than I’d ever had before. I love the people I met in Renton, where I grew up, but I still have no connection to the town itself. My mom and Padre moved out of the home I grew up in and I felt no sadness, no nostalgia.
But, somehow, driving away from Othello the last time was like leaving a part of my heart behind. With the people who accepted that new girl in her first professional job and made her feel like a real reporter, someone who made the newspaper … and the town … better.
I was terrified of the move. I new town, moving in with my boyfriend, impressing a new boss and new set of coworkers.
I was excited too. After living five hours away from Brent, I was going to see him every day, literally a dream come true.
I had accepted my dream job. I am an ARTS REPORTER. I get to write the features and the fluffy pieces and all the things I love and Rikki and Lynsi make fun of. Dream job.
I was closer to my family, my friends, the water, trees.
I was heartbroken as I drove out of Othello but once I pulled into Anacortes, that all went away. My tears dried and I discovered the strangest thing.
I was happy.
It had been a while since I was truly happy with everything. I’d struggled with melancholy for months and months.
So it took me a while to realize it. But I was, I am, happy.
I work eight hours a day. That’s it. Not eight to 10. Not 12. Eight. I go home at 5. I cook dinner, a lot. I bake. I watch movies and TV and snuggle on the couch with my love. I walk. I hike. I bike ride, now (thanks to my gma and gpa). I explore.
I act.
As if life on Fidalgo Island wasn’t good enough, the local community theatre put me in one of their plays. The theatre has always been more than a little part of my life. I feel a rush on stage that I don’t feel anywhere else. I discovered it in high school and I almost gave it up when I graduated. I told myself I was content to sit in the audience and watch theater. And I was, for a long time. In Othello, I tried out and got bit parts in the chorus. It was enough, I thought. Then I was the evil stepmother in Cinderella. I was the third choice for the part but I embraced it. I got great community feedback.
Then, I moved to Anacortes and everything changed. I tried out. I got the part I wanted. I acted with people who actually cared about the play we were doing. It was as important to them as it was to me. I performed to packed houses, sold-out shows. It was literally a dream come true. I earned the respect of my fellow theatre people.
I left behind my home in Othello.
Anacortes gave me a new one, first in my apartment, with Brent. Our first home together. Decorated as we want it. No one telling me how I can or cannot decorate. it’s ours.
But then Anacortes did something spectacular.
It gave me another home.
Up there, on that stage, that’s my home, too. I feel more comfortable on stage than I ever do in real life, even though I’m more comfortable with myself now than I have ever been in the rest of my life. Being on stage let’s me be who I want to be. And when I make people laugh, or hear that applause, I feel whole.
I’ve been a drama queen my whole life.
Now, I just get to be that in front of hundreds of people.
All while reporting on what I want to report on. And getting a goodnight kiss every single night from the one I love most.

Maybe that’s why I haven’t been posting. I don’t need to work to find one thing every day that I love. Life, that’s what I love today.

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One thought on “TILT July 9, 2014

  1. Rikki says:

    Love you ❤

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