As I type this, it does not feel like Christmas.
It may be fifty degrees outside, but the sun is glaring down onto the pavement.
The house may be smelling of pine trees and vanilla, but that’s only thanks to the candles that my sister has been obsessed with lighting lately- not the cookies we used to bake every year.
There may have been presents under the tree waiting to be unwrapped, but I don’t feel like I used to in elementary and middle school when it comes down to opening them. It used to be about getting to what was inside those folds of paper; now it’s more like I don’t want to see because seeing would mean that yet another Christmas has come and will pass. Continue reading
Some opportunities come around once in a lifetime, and I’m starting to learn that jumping half-blind into something has the potential to end quite well. Continue reading
Last night, I finished the fourth (and last) large-scale production of this summer.
About two weeks prior to the first performance, the idea of being on a stage where tons of people could actually see me was… well, horrifying. At that time, I had absolutely no idea how I was going to get through four performances, all of them in front of big crowds. Continue reading
On one of the days during my stay in India, some of my family and I rented a car that seated eight people and took a drive through the city of Mumbai. It was a completely spontaneous thing, literally having been planned the night before at around ten o’clock. Well, not even planned; the idea was simply thrown out onto the table for consideration.
… you might start to go a little bit crazy.
This may be happening due to a multitude of factors: maybe it’s the lack of space availability, maybe it’s the minimal bathroom breaks, perhaps it’s the fact that the bus horn is actually a jingle (and it keeps going off every thirty seconds because, after all, these are India roads). Continue reading
Pretty much exactly three weeks ago, my family and I hopped onto a plane (well, actually, three consecutive ones) and went to India. I remember writing that last post on this blog and publishing it with gusto, feeling quite proud of myself for keeping up with an almost-consistent posting schedule.
And then this India trip rolled around, and I really didn’t write much at all.
If I travel by plane, I always hope for the window seat. I love the view over the clouds.
In about two weeks, I will be getting my travel on.
My family and I are going to be flying out to India for a multitude of reasons- one, we haven’t been there since I was seven (that’s like, half my life ago), and two, I’m going to be taking part in a bunch of music shows!
But regardless of what the cause of the trip is, I’m gonna have to go on a plane.
I don’t like planes.
Actually, wait, I take that back; I have a love-hate relationship with planes.