Coming "Home"Mon, June 8, 2009 - 9:51 AM
It is so hard to leave such an Idyllic society, where creation reigns and I'm free to make art and pray all I wish...
to come here. A town of trailer parks, Chicken Farms, and a Denny's. I come home to the news that, two days prior, my home had been broken in to. I come home to find that my elder sister, 22, who I share a room with, is committing the same serious crime that I fell victim to, and had to go through years of therapy for. The SAME EXACT THING. I can't eat, I can't sleep. She's my sister, and I love her, but my Post Traumatic Stress is taking it's toll, and I've gone to my mom about it. The fact that I'm living with someone willingly doing to another person what has been done to me is ridiculous, and I should not have to do it. And yet, here I am. I do not want to cause any more drama in my family, so I'm keeping as quiet as possible about it, but REALLY?! I can't believe that she, after seeing what it did to me or years, could do this to someone.
I'm heading off to college in the fall--- but I come of age in March. Come the 11th day of March, all my things will be moved from this house.
It's a glimmer of hope, yes, but for the next three months, until September 7th, I'm going to have to figure out a way to cope.
Already it's weird. Last night I was sitting out front, and a car slowed down and drove by my house upwards of 5 times, back and forth.
My mother thinks it has to do with my sister.
I don't care that she's putting MY life in danger, but my little brother and sister live here, too. They're 10 and 14. This is NOT ok, and I'm beseeching my mother to do something about it.... and I haven't even been home for 24 hours yet.
On another note, I've just got the design job. I'm designing "Oliver!"-- The very first time I was onstage, I played Nancy.
Now I get to frame her. I'm so excited, I'm getting together a visual file right now.
What's going to save me? Of course. Theatre. It always does.
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|Once again you find yourself again faced with challenges. These tug at your heart and fan a fire of anger you have spent so much time trying to suffocate. Life constantly deals us twists to test our courage. My thoughts are for you and your family's safety.|
Vallejo Music Theatre used large b&w prints of the photos of the town in one of the old books as sets.
Went to Kinkos and had extra large prints (8 ft x 4 ft) sections made then pasted them onto the backdrops.
Cut out the doorways into the pictures. It was cute.
Then I got to translate the rhyming slang for the cast, which put a spring into their step.
Before that they didn't know what they were saying, My China Plate!