43 days, 1 hour, and 31 minutes until I am finished with this position and this year.
Freaky!

It's odd to think how much one year can change a person, how far someone can come when they didn't even think they had anything that really needed to change.

I am growing up, but I refuse to grow up. I hope I find a way to enjoy life and to make a living doing what I love. If this year has taught me anything, it's that work is not fulfilling if you dont enjoy it.

I swear I'm still alive...

Just... absent. For the moment.

I have... 52 days, 5 hours, and 50 minutes until the end of my last day of work in this job. (Courtesy the count down capability on my phone.) Three days after that I will leave this city to attend my "dis"-orientation to the Jesuit Volunteer experience. After that, I will spend a few days in DC until I fly out and back to Seattle.

August 27th will be the beginning of the next chapter of my life... which will be in theatre. I will be working as a design intern for the 2007-2008 season at a major regional theatre in Seattle (I don't know if I've mentioned it before, but I don't feel like it right now).

After that... who knows.

Right now I am starting to dread the thought of having to move out of New York City. There is so much I haven't done, so much I still feel the need to experience here. I am 23 and have not experienced any sort of night life here. I couldn't (and can't) afford it- a volunteer's budget only lends itself to free forms of entertainment. Also, the culture and diversity in this city is something that I will sorely miss.

A friend just visited, and we saw the show Spring Awakening while she was here. Not only did I love the show, but it also got me into a frame of mind that I have not experienced in a while. The only way I can describe it is that I am on a "theatre high." I won't get into what that means for me, but I can say that I am irrational and feel desperate to see another show (or even S.A. again). I want to absorb all I can, learn all I can. See good lighting, see bad lighting; oh- and all that acting and singing stuff.

52 days, 5 hours, 35 minutes... add years to that, and maybe I'll understand what this year has meant and how it has changed me. I think I've changed... for the better.