A regular in three different countries

This is a bit late because busy-ness ensued this week, between work and rehearsal and prepping for a stage management workshop that didn’t end up happening (more on that at a later date). Anyway, here it is!

Today’s Daily Prompt was about places: “Beach, mountain, forest, or somewhere else entirely?”

My answer: Mountains! OH, but redwood forests are so awesome. But I love the beach, too. Um…all of them?

I have a problem in that when it comes to where I want to go and what I want to do, I want everything. My roommates and I once joked that I want to be a regular in three different countries, because I want to travel and see the world, but I’ve also always been attracted to the idea of being able to go someplace and order “the usual”. It’s a contradiction that is not uncommon when it comes to my desires, especially when it comes to where I’m living.

I love being able to roam around outside at home in Morgan Hill; seeing all the people who have known me since I was tiny and frequenting all the places I grew up in (especially the library. Even though it’s not the same library I grew up in, it’s still one of my favorite places). Granville and Denison were my home for four years, and every class building and corner of the library and square of the sidewalk in the ridiculously cute main street is full of memories of fun and stress and friends. And a part of my heart will always live in Bath, the first city I truly fell in love with. I miss everything about it–the architecture, the shops, the way people said “Hiya” and called me “love” when I went into a shop, getting cream tea at a tiny tea-room off of Abbey Square, walking to the pub for a pint after work.

I love my California hills (although, for all the talk of golden hills, I love them best when they’re green), but I miss my midwestern thunderstorms. I really liked it when I lived in a city where I could walk or take the bus anywhere I needed to go, but I know that if I moved to a city now, I would also miss the view of the stars we get at home, far from the urban lights. I’m currently relishing the sunshine in a time when I’ve been used to snow and ice for the last for years, but I sorely missed having a proper, crisp autumn and I even managed to miss the cold and the snow this winter (I know, I’m a little crazy).  For all the things I love about one place, there are just as many things I love about the other places I’ve lived, and I can’t have all of them at once.

This is when I wonder whether I’ll ever be happy living in one place for an extended amount of time; whether I could ever be happy working one job, living in one house, staying in one place long enough to become a regular, to have a “usual”. I honestly don’t know. If I lived in the same apartment or house, the same town or city for ten years, would I get bored? Or would I find comfort in the routine or it, the familiarity?

This is one of the reasons theatre is such a good fit for me. I’ve picked a job where what I’m doing is always changing: as a stage manager I’m constantly moving from one project to the next, one theatre to the next; and even within the process of one show I’m not doing the same thing for more than a few weeks at a time. It’s one of the things I love about theatre: the constant change of pace means I never get bored, never get tired of doing the same thing over and over.

I hope that I will be able to find a happy medium; that I will be able to see all the places I want to see, but still have some kind of anchor in my life, whether it’s a person or a place, something that says “home” (and that’s a topic for a whole other post–what makes a place “home”? Can you have more than one home? Because I have at least three, all different and all wonderful). The way a life in the theatre goes, maybe I’ll even get my wish, and become a regular in three different places (if not countries, maybe cities? theatres?).

A girl can dream.


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