Take a Sentimental Journey
That's how I felt about one year ago, at the very end of my national tour. I had such a great time and saw so much of this beautiful country (36 states in 5 months, to be exact), but by the time I got home I was so whirl-winded and especially sick of everything in my suitcase I couldn't imagine traveling one more mile.
Its been about one year since my tour launched and I am lost in a land of nostalgia. The changing of the seasons reminds me of my 23rd birthday spent in the van getting to know my cast, and the Halloween I spent in Burlington, Vermont. As I vicariously live through some of my cast members who have bravely gone on second round of touring this year (Thanks, Facebook), I am reminded of the inventiveness that comes with touring, like defrosting your dinner with a hair dryer.
Yes, I can now spend all major holidays with my family, I finally have a mailbox, and a set of shelves; but how boring is that?! I'm feeling that old wanderlust settle into my bones again.
At the end of my tour I never thought I'd miss it. I thought I had my fill but now I fantasize about packing my life into my big purple suitcase again and leaving everything regular behind. There is something so special about having a new home every three days, about leaving a trail across the country of audience members that you have given a message. Hopefully I made a little change for the greater good, as I chugged my way across the country making people smile.
I definitely did not get my fill. I want to do it again (plus there are 14 more states to see!).
(Picture is my own. Mamma B, drivin' the bus.)