I’m writing a blog to procrastinate packing. I hate packing. I leave for Birmingham, England in four days and I’ve done almost no packing. I did, however, make a list of what I need to pack, which should count for something. Right? I’m going to pretend it does. It’s just that there’s so much to figure out. What exactly am I taking? Can I make it all fit into two suitcases and a backpack? How am I even supposed to know what I’m going to need in England?
Which brings us to the real reason I started this blog. I’m going overseas for ten months to study at the University of Birmingham, and what you do when you study abroad is start a blog. At least, that’s my understanding. Also, lots of people want pictures and I’m not good at taking them, but I’m hopeful that having to update this blog will force me to take pictures. Maybe.
A brief note on the title: It’s been a running joke for a while that if I ever wrote a memoir it would be called Hold, Please since as a stage manager I say that a lot. So it makes as good a title as any.
I’m afraid I can’t promise you particularly witty content, by the way. I love writing, but most of what I write is fiction, or poetry, and isn’t particularly funny. If I’m being honest, most of what you’ll get on here is me rambling. I hope to at least ramble interestingly.
Well, here we go:
I leave in four days for England, to go to a school where I know no one, in a country that at least speaks my native language, which makes things a lot easier. I don’t know yet what my class schedule will be, (though I do know what I’m taking) or even how classes work in England. I’d like to assume it’s similar to the U.S., but I don’t know. I’ve been saying that a lot, “I don’t know”. For a person who usually plans their life several months in advance, it’s a little disconcerting. You can’t make plans when you don’t know what to plan for. Still, it’ll be nice to get moving again. Everyone else has already started school, with all the trials and triumphs that entails. I’ve been watching Netflix and reading, which is lovely, but I’m ready to get back to work. Even if I don’t know exactly what kind of work I’ll be doing. I think this not knowing may be particularly strange to me because this is the first time in over three years that I don’t have a show on my schedule. Nothing to prepare for, no scripts to copy, no auditions to run. I know I’ll be doing some kind of theatre over in England, but I don’t know what yet. Or when. I guess, like so many other things, I’ll find out when I get there.