It is the eve of my journey. Tomorrow I board plane 1, plane 2, and then–after eight hours of reading, watching movies and trying unsuccessfully to sleep–plane 2’s wheels will touch down in a new country, in a new day.
For a long time this project didn’t feel real to me. Christina and Cory invited me to join them a little more than a month ago. The time since has been a whirlwind of finishing school, graduating, planning, packing, squeezing in quality time with friends and family, more packing etc.
Now all that is done. I’ve had time to breathe. It’s real. VERY real. My first rehearsal is Friday at 6. I am nervous and thrilled and optimistic and anxious and hoping that I can blame my poor German on Jet Lag.