The place where Broadway and musicals are located.
The place where I will begin the next chapter of my nomadic life.
The place where I turn into an eccentric academic out of sync with normality.
NEW YORK.
Welcome.
The place where Broadway and musicals are located.
The place where I will begin the next chapter of my nomadic life.
The place where I turn into an eccentric academic out of sync with normality.
New York.
An aspiring hikikomori/ gomiyashiki owner who will get 3 dogs, 1 cat and a herb
garden when she is in her 40s.
Currently a second year Phd student in East Asian Studies, NYU; a self-proclaimed OTAKU; a
clumsy but avid snowboarder; and absent oneechama of Variel.
8 Sept 2010: West Side Story, WICKED
19 Sept 2010: Chicago
8 Oct 2010: Promises Promises
29 Oct 2010: Matthew Bourne's Swan Lake
14 Nov 2010: American Idiot
18 Jan 2011: Billy Elliot
8 Feb 2011: La Cage Aux Folles
6 Mar 2011: Paul Taylor Dance Group
5 Apr 2011: Catch Me If You Can (Broadway preview)
2 Dec 2011: La Boheme
9 Jan 2012: Rent
22 Mar 2012: Phantom of the Opera
23 May 2012: Avenue Q
26 Sep 2012: Newsies
2 Oct 2012: Turandot
4 Oct 2012: Once
15 Oct 2012: Sleep No More
28 Nov 2012: Lion King
7 Feb 2013: Book of Mormons
14 Mar 2013: Jersey Boys
25 Mar 2013: Sleep No More
21 May 2013: Kinky Boots
26 Sep 2013: Big Fish
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
12:46 AM
Last minute jitters
Looking at my unpacked suitcase, worrying about the logistics of life in Manhattan and realizing that I won't be able to see Variel anymore, I finally understood the gravity of the situation. So much so that I almost wanted to back out. We are talking about America, a country so foreign to me that it might as well be some village in Africa. This is definitely scarier than moving to Japan.
The idea of moving into an empty apartment, not having an internet connection, starting all over again to build friendships and ties... it boggles the mind. This must be worse than getting married, at least you will somewhat know what you are getting yourself into. I feel like I am going to make a leap of faith off the edge of a cliff, with no idea of where and how I will land.
This is my last night in Singapore. For all I know, it could just be the last time Variel sleeps next to me. I finally gained a fine appreciation of either my bravery or my foolhardiness.
I wonder if I will be cool as a cucumber in the airport. I wonder if I will miss home this time. Or will I miss Okinawa or Hokkaido?
I guess I simply have to open my eyes wide open to look where I am going, have faith in myself and God, and never ever live with any regrets.
