June 7, 2014

I should have started this long before today. I arrived in Bozeman, Montana on May 25th for a tour. My first Shakespeare tour in the west.  My first Shakespeare tour ever.  my first TOUR ever. I've spent a month away from "home" before, but this is 3 plus months.  And pretty soon I'll be in a different city, every day. I put home in quotations because, really, what is home? I've decided, it's what you make of it.  For me anyway. For a person who is afraid of abandonment, change or any kind of scary thing life may throw, I'm doin' pretty well here.  In fact, I have faith that I will thrive. We shall see as 3 months unfold, but, I have a good feeling about all this. You know, the kind of feeling where things feel doable. Or almost kismet. I think this is where I'm supposed to be right now. And I want to make sure I make good, quality decisions to keep feeling that way.  Meanwhile, Montana is beautiful and I could live here.  I love my job.   That helps make life so great, for one.  But also- something I learned about myself while being here- I love the mountains.  Heaven is here.