A new adventure

The rushing sound of the distant Denver freeway, wooshes distantly as I lay on Sasha's beige couch in the weak light of morning. A couple wine glasses still sit on the coffee table, remnants of our evening last night. I arrived last evening, huge suitcase in tow, while the evening summer sun still hung, drifting lazily towards the western horizon. I was welcomed with hugs, and ham tacos and a glass of rose. We all sat, Sasha, her lovely friend Karrah and myself, in Sasha's tiny kitchen, eating, drinking, listening and giving love life advice.
I have found that, that is pretty much a universal language.
The evening was delicious. We drove downtown to meet up with some dancer friends and ended up driving right through the center of the fireworks that were being set off over the city. We parked illegally and ran to the sidewalk, catching the finale of the bursting bulbs as they sparked across the dark sky, our arms around each other, the gunshot sounds echoing through the streets and the bright fireworks reflecting on the smooth tall glass fronts of the high rises, like a superheros mirror, tall above us. A slew of bikers dressed as Waldo (the hipster movement at its best) streamed past us and the air was thick with the smell of fireworks and exhaust and the high sounds of laughter and friends calling out to each other. It was a magical moment.

Afterwards we went to an irish whiskey bar and listened to free gypsy jazz and watched the dancing on the two - couple, dance floor. It was high paced and beautiful, the pub packed with people proclaiming their patriotic pride.

I woke up this morning and was filled with the reality that this adventure is already on its way. Just yesterday I woke up and I looked out of my open cabin window at the new empty sky, lit pink by the coming of morning and at the sage bushes scattered from my cabin to the west, their arms outstretched, turning back into plants from a night spent as shadows.
It was completely still.
A morning bird flew over. On my floor, my border collie's tail thumped twice. And I thought: damn, I bet I'll be having very different mornings after this. And it's true.
Here, let me explain: For the past 5 months I've been preparing, and for the past week I've been packing, and yesterday with a full heart and a bit more luggage than I'm used to, loaded in someone else's car, I left my peaceful valley for what is sure to be a grand adventure.
I'm going to New York City.
I got into a film acting summer school at an off Broadway theater company in Manhatten. I've fundraised, and worked, my butt off and I made more than my goal. (!) I've Subletted an apartment in Brooklyn. And this whole explanation of fireworks and Sasha, is a day and a half stop gap before I fly to New York on Friday morning.

So sitting here in Sasha's apartment, the weak morning light of the 4th of July finding it's way in through the blinds, and the distant sounds of the rushing freeway, I am filled with a contented kind of excitement. I have no idea what kind of adventure this will be. But I'm so incredibly grateful I get to find out.

I should get up, Sasha and I are hosting a fourth of July brunch and the cooking should probably get started. Until next time.