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                   "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.