She then mentioned, "I heard you had a great dress."
THIS MEANS, ladies and gentlemen, that I have been remembered one night for how I looked!! This may sound superficial, but the awkward, lonely, squishy, C-cup by 8th grade, dripping sweat on the mat in LOW IMPACT aerobics girl inside of me squealed. I'm so often called upon to prove my talent, and finally I got to think to myself, "Hee hee! I'm pretty!"
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The depressed Casey has now hurled herself in to a frenzy. Earlier this week I had nothing going on, and within 7 days I have been able to make myself panic about Portland auditions. I have, potentially, about 5 auditions and one job interview to take in a week in May up there. What am I doing to myself?
Becoming a professional... there's the answer.
I have two dates set for auditions: Tacoma symphony on May 19th and Portland Columbia orchestra on May 25th. Tacoma has titled positions available... this would be GREAT for my resume. (Titled positions are anything other than section player: concertmaster, assistant section leader, stuff like that. And they get payed more.) In between, I just sent out about a gazillion emails proclaiming the (true) fact that I would love to audition for all of these gazillion groups.
If they all agree to it, it's gonna be one stressful week. At least all my grad school auditions were spread out among a month or so.
It's great for my career to be doing all this, and it'll be a good test for my mental stamina. And I'll just get to go back to Portland. This sounds nice to me.
Hoo boy, I hope you can all take a minute just to send me a positive vibe. I'd really appreciate it.
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Portland is technically farther away from Lakewood than Evanston. But it seems closer.
There are mountains in Portland. There are outdoorsy things to do in Portland. There are people who swear by granola bars and beer, and THAT'S the kind of camaraderie I've been searching for.
(I had to look up the spelling of the word camaraderie. Glad I'm not an english major.)
It's not really the distance that counts. It's the western attitude. Where are the people in Chicago who give you the courtesy wave when they cut you off in traffic? Where are the people who think gardening is a good idea? Where are the hippies?
I love Chicago. I think it's a great, great city.
But I also think I belong somewhere else. And I'm beginning to think that's okay.
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