Oh god, I'm turning 25.
Yes, in a matter of weeks, I will be a quarter of a century old. Suddenly I feel like time is slipping away. What happened to being the youngest doing this that and the other? Suddenly I've lost all my 'oh, isn't she cute' charm, and I'm officially into the very average 'mid-20's. Argh! And I haven't even been overseas or jumped out of a plane yet! Well, this year is going to be an adventure year, to make up for the mid-20s downward plunge... maybe I could even jump out of a plane WHILE flying overseas?? ;)
But it does make me think more about my stated goals for this year - I AM going to get overseas, and to travel, 'free as a bird' (ideally); although I have yet to get my visas or book a flight! Ok, Franki, time to get urself motivated on that one... and I do want to give myself a birthday present involving jumping out of a plane (yes, I'm terrified! Isn't that the point?) although it's unlikely to be on, or even near, my birthday... on my birthday I'll likely be working on an island on the west coast of Tasmania, and missing D-boy like crazy. And then missing him again the day after, on Valentine's Day. Silly commercial holiday. So why does it mean so much?
Still, 25 is a big turning point, and I do wish I could spend it with my sis. If only I could convince her to make her way down here. Shoulda bought her fares in the sale... hmm, but then would have to be able to get her away from the business. Speaking of which, I ran into another 2 of her massage clients today on the boats, a Nicole and Andrew. Nicole recognised me simply because of my similar looks... always amusing when that happens!
So anyway, I've just got back to work after my week off, which was much needed... although didn't involve much of a rest! Spent the Wednesday stopping on the way to Hobart, to see Nelson Falls, several lookouts, and The Wall (which is a fairly impressive Huon Pine sculptural project detailing the history of the West Coast, currently in development). Amazing to see the developmental process and the way the artist worked. Thursday we spent at Port Arthur, which I thoroughly enjoyed, and was fascinated to learn about the history of the settlement (especially the parallels in personell and buildings - the much larger solitary prison was very spooky, and Hoy and Lempriere were both there, as was Major Champ (now a commandant, despite his apparent dismissal from Sarah Island! Must look into that one... I do keep wondering how much of what we tell ppl is truth, and how much dramatic licence!!). Dav, however, was very quiet, and I only discovered at dinner that he was not into it at all, but trying to 'support me'. Another case of miscommunication I think. Although I must admit I pretty stubbornly wanted to look around - but Dav had been there before, and for him it was 'work'. We are still learning about how to live with each other! We did have a lovely meal at the local seafood restaurant, and ended up staying in a B&B nearby, so we could go on the Ghost Tour. The ghost tour guide was the best guide of the 3 (we did the Isle of the Dead tour, as well as the Walking Tour; my guess is the number of guides employed means the quality of tour fluctuates). The ghost tour was what it was - entertaining, and quite scary at times, even though I remembered most of the stories from when I was a little girl, but the factual content was minimal. I did think a little bit of fact would have helped the reality of the stories, rather than rough generalisations...
After the tour, we popped in to say hello to Andrew, and were both very glad we'd booked in to stay elsewhere, as he lives directly behind the church at Port Arthur, and had plenty of stories to tell about his house - which only he currently lives in, as all of the other guides refuse to apparently! But it was good to have a drink with him... unfortunately we lost track of time (or I did anyway) and we ended up sneaking back to the B&B at 1am, only to discover we'd kept our host up (oops).
Friday we went back to PA to see Richard's play, which we both enjoyed, although it was a pity they hadn't employed professional actors to play the younger parts (perhaps the audition pickings were slim). The girl who played Charlotte Lempriere was just too young, and obviously only recently out of training, or uni / school. It does make me wonder how we look though, and whether we come across as 'trying' so hard... eek. I need to keep re-evaluating my work...
Friday night we stayed in a hostel in Hobart, and on Saturday we had a quick breakfast walk to Salamanca (which has degenerated into a very mainstream market in the last few years! A little disappointing - not much art and craft going on there at all) before we caught the shuttle to the airport. Then I said goodbye to Dav for 7 and a half weeks, and flew to Melbourne!!! Where I stayed with Annabel, caught up with Ben, Gina, Marc (good to see him at last!! If briefly!) and Kat; went to a movie (The Queen - great just to go to the cinemas, and even better to go to the Como, which has been done up and where u can now drink cocktails at the cinema!); did the photo shoot (with some great images resulting...); saw Ben's Impro show; did 2 auditions (neither of which ended up being successful; but both good experience, and the physical theatre one especially reminded me how much I need to keep practicing the technique of auditioning!); and got my hair cut (about time!).
Now, after a flight, overnight stay at Kathi's and a long bus-trip back to Strahan (thank goodness for the 3 hour stop in Queenstown, where I had my finger treated for an attack by a rabid locker at the bus station! Argh, I can't seem to keep my fingers whole at the moment!) I am back at work. I have to say that coming back, without Dav, is a little bit of a downer - although I'm settling back in now. But I am starting to feel the strain of doing the same thing day in, day out - it's no longer a real challenge, and I do feel a little frustrated at the moment by my inability to be successful in finding a new challenge for after this; or even during this work. I still have to implement a voice-warmup; and to keep challenging myself with warm-up impro before the show; but overall the job is getting a little too familiar... the challenges of a long run, that are new to me. It was nice to play Shires to Richard's Porter tonight, for the first time in a while - that keeps it fresh. And tomorrow I'll go up the river in the arvo, as there's only one afternoon boat... I think I'm going to have to keep inventing ways to keep the tours fresh though, as they too are starting to feel too familiar...
In the meantime, I think I'll get back to practicing some guitar... and missing Dav like crazy!! Only 48 sleeps to go (and only 12 until I'm 25!! eek!!).
But it does make me think more about my stated goals for this year - I AM going to get overseas, and to travel, 'free as a bird' (ideally); although I have yet to get my visas or book a flight! Ok, Franki, time to get urself motivated on that one... and I do want to give myself a birthday present involving jumping out of a plane (yes, I'm terrified! Isn't that the point?) although it's unlikely to be on, or even near, my birthday... on my birthday I'll likely be working on an island on the west coast of Tasmania, and missing D-boy like crazy. And then missing him again the day after, on Valentine's Day. Silly commercial holiday. So why does it mean so much?
Still, 25 is a big turning point, and I do wish I could spend it with my sis. If only I could convince her to make her way down here. Shoulda bought her fares in the sale... hmm, but then would have to be able to get her away from the business. Speaking of which, I ran into another 2 of her massage clients today on the boats, a Nicole and Andrew. Nicole recognised me simply because of my similar looks... always amusing when that happens!
So anyway, I've just got back to work after my week off, which was much needed... although didn't involve much of a rest! Spent the Wednesday stopping on the way to Hobart, to see Nelson Falls, several lookouts, and The Wall (which is a fairly impressive Huon Pine sculptural project detailing the history of the West Coast, currently in development). Amazing to see the developmental process and the way the artist worked. Thursday we spent at Port Arthur, which I thoroughly enjoyed, and was fascinated to learn about the history of the settlement (especially the parallels in personell and buildings - the much larger solitary prison was very spooky, and Hoy and Lempriere were both there, as was Major Champ (now a commandant, despite his apparent dismissal from Sarah Island! Must look into that one... I do keep wondering how much of what we tell ppl is truth, and how much dramatic licence!!). Dav, however, was very quiet, and I only discovered at dinner that he was not into it at all, but trying to 'support me'. Another case of miscommunication I think. Although I must admit I pretty stubbornly wanted to look around - but Dav had been there before, and for him it was 'work'. We are still learning about how to live with each other! We did have a lovely meal at the local seafood restaurant, and ended up staying in a B&B nearby, so we could go on the Ghost Tour. The ghost tour guide was the best guide of the 3 (we did the Isle of the Dead tour, as well as the Walking Tour; my guess is the number of guides employed means the quality of tour fluctuates). The ghost tour was what it was - entertaining, and quite scary at times, even though I remembered most of the stories from when I was a little girl, but the factual content was minimal. I did think a little bit of fact would have helped the reality of the stories, rather than rough generalisations...
After the tour, we popped in to say hello to Andrew, and were both very glad we'd booked in to stay elsewhere, as he lives directly behind the church at Port Arthur, and had plenty of stories to tell about his house - which only he currently lives in, as all of the other guides refuse to apparently! But it was good to have a drink with him... unfortunately we lost track of time (or I did anyway) and we ended up sneaking back to the B&B at 1am, only to discover we'd kept our host up (oops).
Friday we went back to PA to see Richard's play, which we both enjoyed, although it was a pity they hadn't employed professional actors to play the younger parts (perhaps the audition pickings were slim). The girl who played Charlotte Lempriere was just too young, and obviously only recently out of training, or uni / school. It does make me wonder how we look though, and whether we come across as 'trying' so hard... eek. I need to keep re-evaluating my work...
Friday night we stayed in a hostel in Hobart, and on Saturday we had a quick breakfast walk to Salamanca (which has degenerated into a very mainstream market in the last few years! A little disappointing - not much art and craft going on there at all) before we caught the shuttle to the airport. Then I said goodbye to Dav for 7 and a half weeks, and flew to Melbourne!!! Where I stayed with Annabel, caught up with Ben, Gina, Marc (good to see him at last!! If briefly!) and Kat; went to a movie (The Queen - great just to go to the cinemas, and even better to go to the Como, which has been done up and where u can now drink cocktails at the cinema!); did the photo shoot (with some great images resulting...); saw Ben's Impro show; did 2 auditions (neither of which ended up being successful; but both good experience, and the physical theatre one especially reminded me how much I need to keep practicing the technique of auditioning!); and got my hair cut (about time!).
Now, after a flight, overnight stay at Kathi's and a long bus-trip back to Strahan (thank goodness for the 3 hour stop in Queenstown, where I had my finger treated for an attack by a rabid locker at the bus station! Argh, I can't seem to keep my fingers whole at the moment!) I am back at work. I have to say that coming back, without Dav, is a little bit of a downer - although I'm settling back in now. But I am starting to feel the strain of doing the same thing day in, day out - it's no longer a real challenge, and I do feel a little frustrated at the moment by my inability to be successful in finding a new challenge for after this; or even during this work. I still have to implement a voice-warmup; and to keep challenging myself with warm-up impro before the show; but overall the job is getting a little too familiar... the challenges of a long run, that are new to me. It was nice to play Shires to Richard's Porter tonight, for the first time in a while - that keeps it fresh. And tomorrow I'll go up the river in the arvo, as there's only one afternoon boat... I think I'm going to have to keep inventing ways to keep the tours fresh though, as they too are starting to feel too familiar...
In the meantime, I think I'll get back to practicing some guitar... and missing Dav like crazy!! Only 48 sleeps to go (and only 12 until I'm 25!! eek!!).
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