I’m at the airport. I’m going home.
I moved to CA 3 years ago this month (I arrived on Halloween!). I haven’t been back to Duluth, MN since I left. I didn’t feel capable before now. I miss the place. I miss the people. Desperately.
I feel ready now. I love my new place. I love my work. I love the few friends I’ve made. FYI - making friends in your late 40’s in a place where you know no one is a CHALLENGE.
I’m feeling strong, ready to go back and receive all the love and visit all the favorite places. Although, as I type this, I’m crying. So maybe not?
One of my jobs/passions/hobbies is to do theatre. I act in/direct/produce plays and musicals, and I had quite a few remarkable experiences with the theatre community in Duluth. Tonight, a friend is hosting a house concert for me. She’s hired a pianist and my friends are all preparing songs from shows I directed to sing for me. To celebrate and honor me. I don’t quite know what to do with that. I’m not good at receiving.
So tonight, that’s my goal. To just open my heart and let it all in. And to love them all back as fiercely as I can.