I Will Miss What I Miss.

In Connecticut.

So cold, then so hot! So humid. My heater worked really well. My air conditioner worked really well... until last night. Oh, my! So hot and so humid and no relief. Impossible to open the window more than about 2 inches. No fans... no nothing. Just very little clothes and zero comfort.

Because it was Friday and maintenance had more to do... my air will get fixed sometime next week! Yikes. I got company management to bring me a couple of fans. At last! Some air flow!

Ah. It is all good here. I am working with some wonderful new people. I am working with some lovely and well-met old friends. I belong in this rehearsal room. It is right.

We are creating a very magical show and everyone is contributing to Darko's vision. We have easy joyful days and are just starting to spend some evenings together. We work hard to imagine and actualize our director's vision. So much fun!

The nights are less long than they were a week ago. I look forward to each new day.

Homesickness: Well, I can tell you it is worse the first 2 weeks. After that, I seem to level off and focus on the job at hand. I talk to my dear husband 3 or 4 times a day. He helps me a lot!

After the first couple of weeks I find I can "stand" it. I hate being alone but I talk to myself so I have some company... After that, I'm so involved in the production that it occupies near every waking thought. This helps! I'm too busy to be homesick. The feeling will come back again after we've teched and I've some time to reflect again. This is the way it always is, whether in town or out of town. I miss what I miss, then I don't. Then I miss what I miss again.

Those of us on the road count weeks. We can't help it. We love the job we are doing. We feel lucky, together. We miss what we miss. We want to go home. We want to stay and play. We love to play. We want to go home.

The job makes us all a bit schizophrenic. We lean on each other and become better friends than we would in some other civilian job. We have to. We are here, alone, together.

We all have a date tomorrow night. We are all going to watch a video at the director's home. I'm going. I'm part of this now. My other world. My wonderful other world. Still missing home.

But it gets better.

And. The Show will be wonderful!

And.. I will miss what I miss. And.. that's okay.

xo