A Brief Interlude
I find myself feeling homesick tonight, with no real reason for it. Indeed, with my best friend in town for a visit, and a weekend that was filled with good times with good friends, one would imagine oneself feeling an excess of gratitude for being in the here and now.
But I do.
My family and friends of course. But also…things less tangible.
The smell of the inside of a theatre, that feeling in the pit of my stomach right before I walk into an audition, and a glass of red wine with fellow cast members. Corsets, Lit and Sing Sing Sing. Jazz, Dad’s BBQ chicken and homemade guacamole. A Corona with my brothers. Saturdays at Splolumbo’s. 4th street. 1719 2nd Ave NW.
This is hard.