Home Again

It amazes me how I can fall off the face of the planet and still come back to my blog. This Blog is like my own personal life cockroach...not sure I like the idea of a life cockroach or if that even makes sense. Yet somehow this blog feels like home, I can wander away from it and yet it's always there still waiting for me. It's amazing that a website that I basically use to bitch on can make me feel like that and my own home, with my parents can't. I guess this is a form a writing, and writing to me no matter what form it's in, is home. It has gotten to a point where I don't know what would thrill me more, being a working actor or a published author. I really want both, and its hard to say which one I want more. I guess I just assume that one day I will get published, which is kind of a stupid assumption to make, but somehow that feels more real then acting I guess. My friends have recently been making me feel guilty because I know what I want, and even if I can't get what I want, I have a back up plan. If I can't act, or write, then I will teach because that odl quote about doing teachers is just too good to ignore hahahaha. I have also been trying to figure out who my real friends are. I find that the people who I work with in the theater are better friends to me then those people I always considered my 'real' friends. The theater people I hang out with are not fake, or don't put on an act like most people think. They accept that I am who I am, good bad and ugly. I am finally finding my home, one brick at a time.