Day 27: A Place

So, this is about my most favorite place in the world.

This post for some reason means a lot to me, so if I am writing really odd things, just go with it.

One of my most favorite places is the front yard of my old home in the spring. We will have been away from that place exactly six years when I turn 16.

It had a wooden love seat swing. On either side of that swing, there  were two honey suckle plants that would bloom without fail every spring. Completly engulfing the dirt around the front of my house, keep in mind that there was much dirt, we had strawberry plants that would bloom with the honey suckle. Small kittens with soft fur would jump and hide amongst the plants and potato bugs that lived there. The sun would start to set and we would play tag. Never was a place so picture perfect.

Another favorite place of mine is more of a moment. It's a moment of pure bliss and I lose myself entirely. The moment of which I am in my costume and makeup. There is a microphone taped to my face and neck with medical tape. The lights dim and the curtain opens. There is much jubilation in the music that engulfs the stage. I enter a world that is not my own. I become the opposite of me. The curtain call. I leave my character and world behind to face the dreaded reality. The rousing applause and standing ovation. It is the same for dance.

If I had a choice, I would have that picture perfect place and that moment of bittersweet reality whenever I could, but the dreaded reality will always come. You move away on the date of your birth. The show must end as much as it needs to go on. A place is a place, but a memory is forever.