Theeeee end

Well, this blog year has officially come to a close. If something presents itself I may do another year long blog. Who knows, I may even buy a brand new camera. Until then, keep in touch.

Sarah

A drawing of a house, made in front of a big house.

Who knows if the kid who drew this had another house in mind, a dream house of the future, or if this was a replication of the house right in front of them, the one they know and like. Or maybe it's a warning to all of us that giant flowers are going to take over our neighborhoods.

It's good to be home.

Thanks for reading,

Sarah

This is the last picture I took in the Theater after my last show and going away festivities, while everyone was gathering their things and getting ready to leave. I'm peeking out from backstage. Someone left a light on.

Arnie was contacted by a reporter from Beep, a suburban magazine, and asked to be interviewed about long distance relationships.

I felt left in the dark because I was not contacted by the interviewer. I became afraid about the questions that would be asked, the possible misquoting, and the very real possibility that my family would see a crappy article in their local suburban paper about my relationship.

In the end it was fine; just a fluff article about tips to making a long distance relationship work.

This process, for me, was not unlike the long distance relationship itself. I had very real worries about making it work, did what little I could to help it along, felt a sense of impotence at times, and at the end of the day I just had to trust that it was going to be alright.

New York: Last Day

Time to cross it off the list.

New York Day Two: Superheroes!

Moving to a new city is kind of like going back to kindergarten. You've got to make new friends in a place where no one knows you. I didn't worry about this too much before I moved, maybe I should have thought about it more.

I've been on Stottlemeyer about three months now. They are great people, I mean really wonderful, and were very welcoming to me and Hedges, the other new teammate.

I didn't worry about making new friends when I moved back; didn't even cross my mind. But I feel more than lucky to have made some. It's kind of restored my faith that I have the ability to make new friends, because I wondered, and handful of times, while sitting on my couch in my apartment in Boston, if something was wrong with me.

Thankfully, it looks like nothing is wrong. Please pass the juice.

New York.

Stottlemeyer performed at the Upright Citizens Brigade Theater during the Del Close Marathon tonight. Emotions and/or nerves were running high, and a few pre-show speeches from my castmates almost brought me to tears. No matter what happened we all felt lucky to be there and happy to be performing with this cast. Having a bad show in Chicago is never fun, but as a performer, you can go back a week later and knock it out of the park. Having a bad show or good show in New York is very different; cause you may only get to do it once...you know, depending on how the show goes.

The show went extremly well. I was very proud of us.

Afterwards we drank free keg beer in the green room, celebrated, and watched some celebrity types pal around with people from the theater. None of us knew their names, mostly we'd just say 'Hey there's the guy from the Daily show, what's his name?' or 'The dude from the Office! You know, that guy! What's his name?'

Then we ate at a Southern BBQ place that was, according to the menu, famous for their Margaritas. I had ribs with a lime margarita. It's an odd pairing that I'm fairly certain is not a 'New York' thing.

There is a moth in the bag. I asked Tim to kill it. He's prefers to set them free.

Callahan would have killed it...and then sung a song about it.

From the epilogue of Arnie's first blog, A Year in Pictures Following the Break Up:

Sarah: One year. That's the plan.

I'm here in Boston for a week, helping Sarah settle into her new apartment, before I fly back home to Chicago. Today we stopped by the theater where she'll be performing and both snapped some pictures. Preparing for the move, Sarah bought a digital camera and started a photoblog of her own.

This is my 365th post; a good time to look at the math of a blog:

1 move to Boston + 4 trips to Chicago + 1 move to Chicago = 9,980 air miles traveled.

1 Chicago apartment moved out of + 1 Boston apartment moved into + 1 Friend's (Jana) apartment temporarily lived in + 1 new Chicago apartment = 4 apartments lived in.

1 Salon job in Chicago + 1 Dr.'s office job in Chicago + 1 job at the Theater + 1 promotional job at the Logan Airport + 1 month long promotional job with Jeremy + 1 Temp job in Boston + 1 job at the Lawyer's Office + 1 current office job + 1 new ComedySportz job = 9 jobs worked.

Doug's move to the cruise + Scott's move to New York + Stacey's pending move to Portland = 3 long distance friendships.

One year in Boston was the plan, but beyond the time frame, I didn't really have a plan. I expected to feel a certain way while I was there, and did, but I didn't expect to feel as glum at the same time.

Slowly, a sense of stability is re-entering my life, and according to Stacey, I should only have about 1 month of crazy left. Crazy is a good way to describe this past year, but I’d prefer to describe it as transitional. Ironically, my feelings go back and forth regarding my inconsistency in the past year, but I do take comfort in the fact that I've been consistent with at least one thing; the blog about my inconsistency.

A recent email, from Scott, to Cowlick:

Thanks for the call last night, it made me feel good. I still really haven't settled in yet, but I'm slowly meeting people. Classes begin at the Magnet Theater (Armando Diaz' theater). Since I miss you guys so much, I've renamed people in class to members of Cowlick. Here are you replacements:

Tim = Gunther, a 30 y.o. Russian guy with crazy russian beard

BJ = Niki, a 60 y.o. Indian woman with three kids

Sarah = Katie, a 27 y.o. JAP (jewish american princess) that was 45 minutes late to class

Mary Beth = Desire, a 23 y.o. punk rock chick that wore weird shorts to class

Martin = Terry, a 45 y.o. man that had a stroke who's proud to be on disability

Shelby = Scarlett, a 17 y.o. lesbian that is moving to Chicago in a year for theater

Knauf = Anne, a 40 y.o. MILF that complained of a migraine the entire class