Camille

Dear Friends,

I know I am failing miserably at keeping this up to date since I got back to the states and for this I apologize. I have been working far too much lately and now that it is Sunday, my only day off, I thought I would take a minute to formally apologize for my lack of postage. I have to say that my life is rather boring now. But here is my recipe for an excellent summer vacation: A lot of work, sleep and more work, movies, Awesome friends to hang out with, the country, ice cream, frat parties, camping chairs on the back porch and a few operas thrown in just for fun… repeat as needed.

I am still a traveling gypsy… where I am moving next you ask? I still am not sure… I am really stressed out about it actually. I really want to move to the city, New York City that is…. It’s the city of opportunity and I am ready to pick the big apple and enjoy every savory bite. You know I always Dream BIG… that’s my problem I guess… but before I go I desperately need to go back home. I miss the southwest like you wouldn’t believe. I need the sunsets and the mountains and the big skies for just a little while before I go begin my big city adventure… my home will always be the southwest, no matter where I live.

I saw the opening of our Barber of Seville last night, and I really thought it was an excellent show. I was surprised by how good it was. I loved the music and it was funny and it was defiantly better than other versions of the show I have seen. I really love Opera and I love my job. Life is Beautiful. I only wish that weren’t so far in the middle of nowhere… its nice for a while to be secluded like we are for a few weeks but after a while you need something… I have been reading a lot… I just finished reading the Bell Jar. Its probably one of the best books I have ever read. Its so revolutionary for the time it was written. I loved it. Sylvia Plath is my newest hero.

Anyway, I am watching an amazing movie from my friend, and yours, Netflix… it’s a French biopic of Camille Claudel… Its so inspirational. And its all in French and it makes me realize how much I miss France. Sometimes you can’t really appreciate somewhere until you leave… I just miss the lifestyle I guess, and I never thought I would say this, but I miss speaking French… I just love the way the French insist on thoroughly enjoying everything to the fullest. They are so laid back and I miss it. I defiantly don’t miss the attitudes and the dirt and the smell and the tourists of Paris, but the French know how to live. And I miss spending my Sundays sitting in cafes eating gelato. Those were the days… now I am unemployed and uneasy about the future and surrounded by cows… *sigh* What can you do? I know my life is so full of incident and excitement that you are so absorbed in this post, not, but I got to go. Later Gator.