Dazed, I made my way down the subway stairs today draped in bags, a backpack and a pocket book and dragging behind me two overstuffed suitcases. The familiar rumbling and gust of air from the oncoming train gave me my first jolt back into reality. New York, I'm home. No more traveling from hotel to motel, waking up in a different city every day with no recollection of where I've been or what day it is. No more eating fast food (that is if we can get the cooking gas hooked up) and no more contorting my body into a pretzel-like state in order to sleep on a tour bus.
I'm tired and sore and mentally exhausted, yet I can't get myself to slow down. So, here I am starting something I have always wanted to do, an online journal. If I can keep this up it will truly be an accomplishment. Being out on the road has given me plenty of time to think about my life and if I don't record some of it I may forget and begin my contiuous cycle of "what do I do now".
So the plan, as it stands today, is to research agents, find at least 3 auditions a week, and in the meantime live the actors dream of schleping burgers to hungry tourists at the Hard Rock Cafe. Woo hoo!
Before I start that, I'm going to take the longest shower of my life, curl up in my comfy robe, sip a cup of Grandma's Sleepytime tea and drift off to sleep in my own bed with my own pillows and sheets I know are clean. Life can wait until tomorrow.
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