Tomorrow is my last day of summer, but I wouldn’t count it. I will spend it packing and reading and memorizing.
This summer has been crazy. I worked for an incredible organization, Stand with Trans, and had a blast doing it. I played Fender in a production of Hairspray that almost killed me but I made so many great friends in the end. I went to New York for the first time in a while, saw 4 incredible Broadway shows, got together with friends, and met some of my all-time idols.
I got to spend the summer with incredible friends, see my cousins, go to the movies with my family, listen to and watch some incredible musicals, spent time with my grandparents and great-grandparents, watched all of Bewitched and 30 Rock, started watching The Dick Van Dyke Show, started this blog, had my roommate over at my house for a few days, planned a second New York trip for December, etc. I worked my butt off for school and I am so close to finishing the college application process. I licensed the show I will be directing this year, and arranged music for my dear Crescendudes.
I love myself. I love what I do. I love how exhausted I am from doing it. I love the friends I have. I love my family. I love so much.
I’m not quite ready to go back for the last time. I’m not sure I ever will be.
It’s not always easy. It’s rarely easy, in fact.
I love a good challenge, I guess.