Two people asked me yesterday if I was excited about going to Pittsburgh. Both had two different ideas of what it meant to me -- one assumed that I'd be excited at the prospect of getting back to work, the other that I'd be dreading going back to a place that's the scene of some of the biggest heartbreak of my life -- but I had the same answer for both of them.
I'm not excited, but my feeling that way has nothing to do with the reasons you'd think.
I'm just too much of a worrier to be able to think about enjoying myself. 'Cuz you know I will enjoy myself when I get to work. But I've spent the whole weekend fretting that I was gonna cleaning and packing in time to get outta here, and I'll spend all of today fretting about getting to the train station and getting to Pittsburgh without mishap, and I'll spend the whole train ride fretting about whether my ride'll be there to meet me.
I'm a worrier. So I'm just sitting here thinking, "When did I turn into my mother?"
The good news, though, is that I have no doubt I'm really going to enjoy working in the theater again! It's been way too long. Much as I've loved my gig at Time Warner, and made great new friends, I don't ever wanna go six months without acting again.
Next time I blog at you, I'll be back in Pittsburgh!
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