I’m Back!!

HOLY HECK I’VE MISSED YOU ALL SO MUCH!!!

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The past few weeks have been super hectic and I’ve been pulled in a trillion different directions, but I’ve adored and appreciated each and every second. Even the ones filled with tears and heartache. Especially those.

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A Glimpse Of The NYC Skyline From The Bus Window

About two weeks ago I was on a plane to New York City, my dream world. The whole flight there I watched the wings cut through the clouds and float over the big city lights. Falling in and out of sleep, I caught glimpses of the sunrise in its miraculous blue, yellow, and magenta ripples. The entire experience felt like a dream.

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It took the disgusting mugginess of east-coast summer to bring me back to reality. As I lugged my duffle bag across Penn Station, I sweat through the three layers I had worn for the cold of the plane. Everything from the train to the subway was suffocating under a moist heat (BLEHCK, I despise that word. But, it’s the only one that’s disgusting enough to describe it).

My mom and I trekked all the way to Washington Heights, where we showered at her Airbnb. We got dressed and got everything else ready for another subway trip across town, where we met our hilarious and cheesy pedicab driver.

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I was starting to think that the heat was going to rob me of my big apple magic, but once my mom and I got to Manhattan, once we were in the center of central park in the pedicab with our incredible driver, I didn’t care.

Nothing could sway me once I saw those beautiful buildings rising over the trees and the grassy lawns. Not my thirst, not my sweat, not the fact that it felt like we were at the center of the devil’s armpit.

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I was finally where I was meant to be and there was no way I was letting anything ruin that. 

 

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From there it was pretty much smooth sailing. Well, minus the crazy Lyft driver who made his own lanes and took the wrong turn eight thousand times. Still, we made it to the dorms, looking and smelling like swamp monsters while checking in and unpacking.

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Mom left shortly after lunch on the lawn, and from there I was pretty much on my own. I met friends and broke the ice with my roommate. Soon enough we headed down to dinner, though we all ate absolutely nothing. Thanks, anxiety.

Afterward, we attended the opening ceremony, which included all students from Theatre, Business, and Sports Management. All that meant was that the lecture hall was loud, cheerful, and quite odd if I’m being completely honest. But it was the perfect thing to break the tension.

The next few days were filled with Broadway shows, panels at the Manhattan Theatre Club, and masterclasses and lectures with people like Greg Ganakas and Elana Boulos. Our days were packed from 8am to 11pm, making it feel like weeks and months since we had first arrived. And yet…

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Before I knew it I was back on a plane to California. My cheeks were stained with tears and I was sick and sad, but I hopped onto the plane with a heart full of love and hope.

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I’ll go more into detail about the program in a later post, but for now, I’ll say this:

The people I met in New York were some of the most loving, caring, and precious things I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. The atmosphere we were allowed to create was full of love, support, and positivity, a theatre community I am not so used to. The memories we made, the people we met, the art we created, and the moments of obnoxious weirdom we thrived in were the biggest blessings and most beautiful gifts I could have ever received.

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2019, I miss you dearly. We are sure to meet again my loves. 3,000 miles ain’t got nothing on us.

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Now I’m back in California, with more ambition and creative freedom than I’ve ever experienced. The knowledge I received and the advice and wisdom I was given are tidbits I’ll carry with me everywhere.

I hope y’all will stick around for the ride.

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That’s all I’ve got for today folks! Check back in on Wednesday to hopefully get some more insight on what my days at Fordham with NSLC Theatre were like!

Also, NSLC Theatre Class of 2019, if y’all are reading this, I miss and love you so so much and I can’t wait until I see y’all again. Speak our reunion into existence, my loves!

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Thanks for reading and I’ll write you all on Wednesday!

Until then!

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Hi guys! Thank you all so much for reading my blog post!

The NSLC Theatre program was so much more than I could have ever anticipated. I can’t speak enough on how much this experience changed my life, and changed it for good. If you can all find a program that interests you and you can find a way to fund it, please do. My fellow theatre kids and I will attest a thousand times to how absolutely brilliant and beautiful the program and people involved in it are.

Special shout out to Maddy, Alex, Garrett, Lexi, Maddie, Patrick, and Quinn, our beautiful theatre gods who we have endless thanks and ultimate appreciation for.

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As usual, like and comment if you please, I’d love to learn about you and your thoughts on my writing or my blog!

If you have any thoughts on this post or have any suggestions for what you’d like to see from me in the future, please let me know! I’d love to hear from you all!

Thank you all so much, and I’ll be back on Wednesday with another post!

Until then!

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