there comes a point in the moving process when you just start to throw away everything. (that tiny sewing machine that i used for making small purses out of placemats one Christmas - trash; that bag of old cassette tapes, including hanson's mmmbop single - trash; old notes from jr. high and high school still in their fancily folded glory.... hesitation... deep breath... trash!) after you've been to the salvation army a couple of times, and just really don't think anyone will have use for the recordings of your old voice lessons, the only place for it is the trash. i've never been a minimalist, but i must make room for blessings to come. i've even parted with my shoes that i bought in prague (the soles are finally so worn that i slipped on concrete.) and i've even cleaned out my e-mail box, unsubscribing from hanes.com's weekly e-mails and other guilty pleasures.
here's a quick replay of march:
week 1: friends over for "packing sessions" (note: when these sessions involved wine, they did not involve much packing)
week 2: more vigorous packing waylaid by a sneaky cold that attacked my voice... and redbox movies.
week 3: a farewell cabaret composed of my favorite chicago voices (pictured below), including a wacky medley of my favorite audition songs.
week 4: working, wrapping up my glee club, sneaky cold morphs into coughing up blood, packing, selling furniture, community group farewell karaoke vegan party, cleaning, loading up car, driving to michigan, cleaning out my old things from parent's basement (to make room for the things i can't take to new york with me), driving through the night to get to brooklyn by morning (getting a speeding ticket in ohio (don't tell my mom)), getting mad lost in new jersey (at the very end of my journey when i'm starving and i've been up all night), and finally settling into my new neighborhood in Brooklyn's delightful Cobble Hill.
so, i'd like to say that i'm anxiously looking for a job, but i'm not. i'm exploring and sleeping, and i'm okay with that.
don't tell my mom though.
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tia, what a delightful blog! i hope you plan on updating constantly because i have every intention of living vicariously through your many ny adventures...even if they have a brooklyn flavor. i am glad to see you made it safely (even with that obnoxious ohio cop) and settled nicely into your new home. until your next post, ciao bella. ps. i am envisioning "a tia grows in brooklyn" somewhere on this blog. :)
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