Watching an old videotape of my dad performing in a barbershop quartet with the Moorpark Melodrama (back in the days when I was rocked in a swinging chair backstage). Having witty and girly dressing room conversations. Singing Gilbert and Sullivan. My family. Friends. I feel like I´ve finally settled in back home, back in this community.
And...just as I´m settling in, I´m taking off again! Transitioning from one community to another. It´s amazing how it just gets harder every time. But communities aren´t stable. They´re changing all the time, some dying, some just being born, some surviving.
The beginnings of spring. A new season. Trees waving in the wind.
A restless farewell.
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