a rubber chicken, gregorian chant, and mr. fizzywig

The last performance of '1913' went really well: we tried out some new things in the play including me getting shot with a rubber chicken, and a gothic style ending with Maria Tarnowska being sainted by Alice as preacher. It was exciting to try something new and daring after minimal rehearsal in front of a live audience - it gave me a rush. Three weeks of performances was an invaluable experience, but I must say that I am really happy to go back to directing in the fall. 

We fly back to Zürich tomorrow, and then it will be a hectic day of running around, seeing people, and saying goodbyes. I don't like those - they are the worst - especially when it's unclear when the next time you will encounter each other again will be. But we will make it happen, our group was too strong to let the fire die. There is something special here.

On the other side, I am so freakin' excited to go home. I can't wait to see my Towey, my love. My father, of course, and my mom (although she was just in scotland last week - which was absolutely great - we rented a car and drove on the other side of the road among other things).

I am getting very excited to start school again, but I can't believe I begin on sept. 2nd already. Life is moving past me fast... it's getting blurry. But I still remember, and the pictures are clear in my mind. Life is getting better everyday... with new experience comes new strength. I am such a cornball, but I really have grown this summer in so many ways. I don't feel like the child I felt like when I graduated from college - so unsure and undefined and helpless. I am starting to take shape, and am becoming interested again (in what? in everything!). I finally feel whole again, and strong enough to be by myself. Independent. Phenomenal woman.