Headed to the airport, it’s not the 5 hour flight that causes the pain, it’s losing 3 hours and heading straight into rehearsal.
This is something––in my 20′s––that used to feel glamorous; like I was living the dream!
Now, I just feel crumpled and achy, still...I’m living the dream.
I love New York City:
The bright lights, clash of cultures, collection of artists, and abundance of smelly street trash. The energy is always vibrant.
It’s like a ripe, stinky cheese...delicious to the taste, but offensive of the plate.
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