2001. While wandering through the cold, crowded NYC streets I remember thinking, “I have never felt more alone.” However, it was not just a thought, it was a feeling… that harrowing sense of sadness that occurs when one comes to the realization that they are surrounded by a sea of strangers.
2004. Having just relocated to Durham, NC, I spent my first night on a futon in the dance studio manager’s office/nursery. I remember thinking, “What in the world am I doing?” I felt scared, uncertain and unsure. I felt alone. I missed home.
But there was no home. Was there? Was home my old bedroom in my parents’ house blanketed by year’s past dusty memorabilia? Or was home that messy, cramped NYC apartment I shared with a roommate I couldn’t stand? [ Read the full article ] »