an ocean and a rock away

I know I’ve been pretty quiet lately.  I needed a break after my last visit home.  It’s so weird, the way you expect upon moving overseas that the local people will be the ones who treat you like poop, when my personal experience has shown that it’s actually the people you left who usually commit the grandest discriminations.  The local people are nice to me.

Last weekend, I had a blast performing in Carmina Burana.  I know opera isn’t for everyone but it’s hard to believe anyone could not get into THIS opera, with all of its sex, drinking and comedy.  There’s a whole song where people yell “Bullshit!”  (Wafna!) over and over.  I mean, COME ON!  :)  I got to sing in the coro piccolo (tiny choir), where we sang songs about luring young men into our reach with our rosy cheeks. 

It has been incredibly good for me to stretch my voice again after giving it up for so long.  I found notes I thought I’d lost forever.  I never know how to explain to people what it feels like to really make music straight from the gut.  It’s like turning into a little tiny great big bird and flying away.

Pretty bored with people acting like I left America for political reasons and not because I fell in love and it made better sense financially in a personal sense to live in the UK.

Also pretty bored with explaining and re-explaining to people that I’m still an American citizen, I might still decide to live there at any point in time, and that I do have a vested interest in what happens there.  Not only could it directly affect me, it DOES directly affect most of my friends, all of my family and my possible future children, who will ALSO be American citizens by birthright.

And then people wonder why I left.

jamierwatson:

Mostly because it reminds me when certain holidays are.

Did you know its Mothers day in under two weeks?

I know, again.

So whilst I live in France I’ll have to find and send cards from Amsterdam, do they celebrate it there?

Oh my life. Bothersome.

Did you know that (British) Mothering Sunday and (American) Mother’s Day are in totally different months?  I have to remember to buy a card here now to send to my American mom in May, or I won’t be able to get one when the time comes.