Saturday, June 30, 2012

Bonus Moments

You may know, or you may have guessed by now, that I am not in fact IN India. It's a rather long, tedious story, one which I'll revisit when I can discuss the details with a better sense of humor. But for the time being, my husband is in India getting settled, and I am still here in the US playing vagabond,  jumping from one guest room to another. 

While I'm missing Tal terribly, and I'm incredibly sad we weren't able to start our adventure together - my time in the States has proven to be full of it's own wonderful adventures.

This evening I had the distinct pleasure of seeing the spectacular Idina Menzel in concert with the Philadelphia Orchestra. I felt like she was singing just for me! She pulled one favorite after another out of her repertoire, and performed each as though it was the first time, instead of the thousanth. 

She closed her final set with a few brief words of remembrance and a beautiful dedication to the talented Jonathan Larson. I've seen both the film and staged versions of Rent multiple times, and I've listened to the original cast recording enough to know every lyric to every song. But still, the song she selected as her finale, No Day But Today, resonates with me each time.

The summer before my senior year of high school I painstakingly stenciled a line from the song onto a neon yellow poster board, meant to serve as a loud reminder of my goal for the year. It was as perfect an inspiration then as it is now:

I can't control my destiny. I trust my soul - my only goal, is just to be.

With so many things in my life currently out of my control, just "being" has presented itself as a bit of a challenge. The reminder at this evening's concert was incredibly timely. When I'm able to slow the speed of my thoughts to a reflective place (a hard task given how tied they are to my emotions) I'm reminded that many of my best memories have been made during those occasions in which I've trusted in myself, and allowed myself the freedom to experience the moment. 

Logically, I know it won't be long in the grand scheme of things, until I'm in India. And while logic isn't exactly my forte,  I've decided to think of every extra day in my home town with my parents, Philadelphia with my brother or New York City with my dear friends, as bonus moments. 

But should you run into me on one of those days, maybe you could give me a hug and remind me I said this? If you wanted to hum a little show tune at the same time, it couldn't hurt.

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

The Move: An Original Play in One Act

The setting: Early morning on a hot May day in 2012. A fifth floor, two bedroom apartment in Brooklyn, filled floor to ceiling with moving boxes.

The characters: A young married couple, about to embark on a life changing move to India. Tal - an eternal optimist with a slight, but athletic build and a permanent smile. Nora - a faux redhead with a penchant for quippy remarks and a small addiction to strong coffee.

6am: A well rested and fresh faced Tal springs out of bed, cheerfully greets the birds singing morning songs on the windowsill of their room, gracefully pirouettes around the boxes in the living room, and merrily jaunts out of the apartment with a bag of donations to set outside, kicking off the move with a happy little whistle.

6:01am: Nora slams her hand on the sleep button, sending her new iPhone crashing to the floor. She curses. She goes back to sleep.

6:07am: The phone now too far out of reach to hit the sleep button, Nora groans but moves herself into a seated position. She wipes the drool off her cheek and uses it to smooth out her hair, which is of course a mess. She curses at the annoying screeching birds pooping on her windowsill. She clomps into the living room and trips over a box. More cursing. She sits down on the couch, exhausted from the exertion of the day's events.

A few minutes later Tal reenters the scene.

Tal: Nora, guess what?

Nora mutters something indecipherable. 

Tal: The elevator's broken.

Nora: OHMYLORD This is the WORST thing that has EVER happened in the history of the ENTIRE WORLD!!!!!!!!!

Nora proceeds to freak the f*#& out.

Tal: It'll be fine - I've already called our landlord and he told me the repair person is on his way and thankfully we have professional movers coming to assist us.

Nora: Oh. 

Nora and tal go about the last minute details of packing up the apartment they've lived in together happily for the last four years.


Tal: Nora, how much did you say it cost for the movers? I want to go get cash out.

Nora: I don't remember let me check the confirmation email... Tal.... why don't I have a confirmation email??? Why do I have an email that I never noticed that says "e-contract please sign before the day of the move". TAL. TALTALTALTALTAL OMG. OMGOMGOMGOMG WE'RE NOT GOING TO HAVE MOVERS AND OUR ELEVATOR IS BROKEN. AND THIS IS SURELY THE WORST THING THAT HAS EVER HAPPENED IN THE HISTORY OF THE ENTIRE WORLD.

Nora proceeds to freak the f*&^ out. Again.

Tal sits next to Nora, cooing completely untrue placations into her ear and calmly strokes her back as she dials and re-dials the number for the moving company's closed business office. Each time she gets the voicemail she loses it a little bit more. 

At 8:45am a human answers.

Human: Hello, Rabbit Movers what can I do for ya?

The monster formally known as Nora: BOUSDFLMSDFLFSOJSDf!!!!!!

Human: Sorry?

Nora: I said, My name is Nora V and Ischeduledmoversfortodaybut I didn't sign the e-contract and I didn't receive a confirmationemailorphonecall and I'm sure they're not coming andI'mfreakingoutandohmygod what can you do for me? PLEASE HELP.

Human: Nora? We called you yesterday, in fact I was the human who called. Didn't you get my message?

Nora scrolls through the voicemails in her queue.

Nora: Oh.

Human: The movers will be there at 10! Have a great move!

Tal: See? Everything always works out.

At 9am the elevator repair man successfully repairs the elevator.

Just as everything seems to be fitting into place, the 16 foot POD storage unit Nora and Tal rented arrives on a 30 foot flatbed truck and Nora receives a phone call from the driver.

Disgruntled Pods Employee (DPE): Ms. V?

Nora: Yes...

DPE: I'm parked a block an half away and ain't NO WAY I'm leaving this big ass truck parked on your teeny tiny street for the next four hours.

Nora: You can just double park, this is Brooklyn - everybody does it.

DPE: No. 

Nora: Well. You sort of have to.

DPE: No.  (He hangs up)

Nora: This is the WORST thing that has EVER happened in the history of the ENTIRE WORLD!!!!!!!!!

Tal: It will be fine, if we need to we'll just help the movers. I'm going to go get you a strong coffee.

Nora: You are my rock.

At 10:45am three jolly, strapping movers arrive. After taking a survey of the apartment, the foreman estimates it will take approximately an hour and half to complete the move.

Nora: Oh..and you'll have to walk all of our things a block an half to where our truck is parked.

Foreman: Seriously? He can just double park, this is Brooklyn, everybody does it.

Nora:  No.

Four hours and  three sweat soaked movers later, all of Tal and Nora's worldly possessions are packed, Tetris style, into the POD.

DPE: Do you have a lock?

Nora: I was told you'd be bringing a lock.



Tal: REALLY?!!