Back to the Midwest

So, really, I'm a failure when it comes to blogging. BUT with a new city, a new job, and a new apartment, I feel (wait for it) newly inspired. Winding down my almost two-month stint as the posterchild for wild happiness, I am settling down in Chicago and figuring out what exactly I'm doing - yes, who's excited? Between moving, figuring out the bus system, and vainly teaching Sugar that Taco Bell's idea of fourthmeal does not apply to cats, it's been a little crazy. My ND friend, we'll call her Sarita, has been visiting these past couple days and reminded me how far I've coming from the Domer life - 3 years and counting. And here I am now, starting my second year in corporate development after swearing up one side and down the other I would never be a fundraiser. Note to self: no more swearing. When I tell people that I work in arts administration, I find myself continually trying to explain exactly what that is and why I would choose that career, and does that mean I'm a performer? I'm sorry to say that no one wants to hear me sing/play an instrument unless some sort of alcohol is involved - on their part:) But to continually be intertwined into the world of performance and knowing that I raise money that makes it happen is why I do what I do. I may not be able to call a show, direct a scene, or lead a rehearsal, but I can write proposals, conduct research, and whip up final reports like a champ. And yes, it's thrilling, and don't knock it 'til you've tried it:) Plus, sitting in an empty box watching the CSO peformance, led by Riccardo Muti, of Tchaikovsky's Symphony No. 6 (my personal fave) just makes it all worth it.