"People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect, but *actually* from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint - it's more like a big ball of wibbly wobbly... time-y wimey... stuff."
Honestly thats what it feels like. My time with Cirque ends in just two days, I can forget my crazy list, the cues, the wet costumes, the constant smells of sweat and vodka (and the amazing people, awesome music, and constant energy.) In just four days I leave for Ireland, to what I don't exactly know. A farm, horses, dogs and dirt and poop to be sure of. New adventures to be had and new friends to make. My suitcase is nearly packed, nearly everything is in place, most goodbyes have been made. Theres definitely a part of me thats excited, another part thats scared, but currently I feel neutral about the whole affair. It's odd, I feel like I should barely be able to contain my excitement, I've wanted to go half my life, and now it's happening, and i'm just.... OK. Perhaps it's sadness about the end of cirque that is evening out the excitement. I don't know I feel like my mood is due for a swing pretty soon. In the meantime check back in, remember to comment, and keep your eyes out... I may have a surprise quite soon!
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