I titled this blog in honor of Halloween approaching and due the fact that it’s been ages since I’ve written anything. It isn’t that noteworthy events haven’t taken place, it’s just that I’ve been rather distracted. I vow to write more often. I vow to do a lot of things, actually.
A short summary to bring us up to speed:
I went to Turkey on the fifth of September. I’d left so abruptly last April, I felt I simply must go back and put things in order. Besides, I had some nice costumes there. I stayed about 10 days in Istanbul and of course, it wasn’t quite enough time. I saw many of my friends, but not all of them. I got a chance to see my Turkish little sister, and to hear Raquy, my lovely friend, next door neighbor (and a kind-of-a big-deal musician–I think she’s in Lebanon participating in a TV show at the moment), perform in Taksim, and the musicians all invited me up to dance as they played for me, so that was fun. All in all, the trip was more sentimental than functional.
I returned to DC and spent three weeks here, partly performing, partly interpreting, but mostly wasting time–I wasn’t even practicing yoga everyday(!), and before I knew it, it was the Thursday before our Hong Kong trip. That day, I served as the Spanish interpreter for a a 16 year old inmate at the Youth Detention Center from seven am to seven pm, and the very next day, I flew to the Far East with my mother and sister to attend my brother’s wedding.
Hong Kong was wonderful. I stayed about 10 days. It would have been even better had I not been so broke from the recent Istanbul trip (and the underemployment.) The wedding was amazing, and was so nice to be together with my family. Unfortunately, since we’ve left, a few members of said family have become quite miffed with me. :'(
It’s been four days since I got back from Hong Kong, and there’s been a harrowing turn of events including, but not limited to, having to change my return flight to the US, losing my phone forever in a taxi, my Istanbul apartment being burglarized, and other unfortunate occurrences, some of which, in eery retrospect, seem almost to have been foreshadowed during the weeks leading up to this storm of misfortune by things I’d heard, seen, or offhandedly said. Despite this nightmarish string of setbacks, or perhaps because of them, I have finally found a bit of motivation to get my affairs in order.
Operation work hard and focus is underway.