A little music on a Monday night.

So it's been a really long time since I have blogged. Though, by a really long time, I mean 13 days -- "long" might have been a slight exaggeration.

A lot can happen in this city in thirteen days, and I would say it certainly feels as though I can accomplish more in that span of time here than I could at home. As this adventure begins to pan out, it often takes me in directions I never could have expected or planned for. One of those places is Brett.

When I did Pippin back home, it was always a little breathtaking to watch our friendship blossom. Our spirits seem to identify, and we had no choice but to spend time together. There was always the hope that it was not a result of the stage romance, and was truly just the lucky meeting of two kindred spirits, and now, years later, I can see. Happily, he and I just seem to vibe -- each accepting, and more so understanding, of the others eccentricities. We've gotten to spend some time together, and he's a comfort on so many levels. His energy is calm, and that's a nice change from the frantic nature of the rest of my social circle. Beyond his ability to help me relax and see the big picture; he's also an entire different kind of comfort.

Only a few times in my life have I made an insta-friend like I did with him, and Lisa back home -- perhaps I might even lump Erin into that category, and leaving behind these people with whom I felt to "meant to be" friends with was very difficult. How ever, being closer to him is a chance to build this amazing friendship we set the foundation for years ago and never got to build because he left for New York. It seems like a circle of life or karma thing... :)

Beverly just came from home to audition for Maria in the West Side revival on Broadway. She stayed for a couple days, and it was incredibly nice to see her. We talked a little about how we feel as though we've know each other a lifetime, but really just met. I truly think of her as one of my dearest friends, but like I said about Lisa and Erin -- the friendship was more instinct than time. We've not really had that much time to get to know each other. It's people and events like this that make it very difficult not to believe in some sort of magic, or fate, or guidance from beyond... Nevertheless, having her here was like a breath of home. She gave me a little more center and reminded me what it feels like to be truly listened to. For that, it's been awhile.

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I redid my entire room. With a little elbow grease and some incredibly helpful roommates, my loft bed is now a canopy bed. I also went to Target and purchased some pretty cheap bed and bath items for my room to give it my own flair, and it's now a place I love to be. Marcus had some extra curtains and some kind of Thai silk scarf that inspired the color theme I have decided to go with, and I am totally grateful for both the stuff and the inspiration. My room has a very Moulin Rouge feel to it -- it's certainly a Baz Luhrmann color scheme.

I forgot how much I love to entertain -- having a room that I like to show people, that I am proud of, that is tidy and well designed -- it's such a nice feeling. I can invite people into my space with excitement and pride. It makes a huge difference in the way I feel and the way it feels to come home.

I have a lot of feelings I am trying to process right now; things that keep me from blogging, because I don't have the capacity to expand of some of these thoughts that are eating at me. I know it will come. Patience is a virtue.

Until I can figure it out, I always have John Mayer, Matt Nathanon, Gavin DeGraw, Jason Mraz, and Tori; they get it.

There's a light in you platoon
I never seen a light move
LIke yours
Can do to Me
So now I'm wishing
For my best impression
of my best Angie Dickinson
But now I've got to worry
Cause boy you still look pretty
To me

.......

Who do you love?
Girl I see through, through your love
Who do you love, me or the thought of me?
Me or the thought of me?

Hold on to whatever you find baby
Hold on to whatever will get you through
Hold on to whatever you find baby
I don't trust myself with loving you

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I miss the sound of your voice
And I miss the rush of your skin
And I miss the still of the silence
As you breathe out and I breathe in

Those are the songs running through my crazy brain.... Music makes me complete. Without it -- sometimes I just don't have anything to say.