Last night I told my dancers I am leaving. I got mixed reactions, from tears, to strikes but underneath it all I get it. It's been a year- an emotional heart ripping year. We discovered ourselves in dance. We created ballets. We danced till it hurt. We cried when we lost our friend. We cheered and gave a standing ovation at his funeral. We realized the reality of his loss over and over again. We became friends, we shared stories. We laughed. We realized how deep and beautiful dance is. So last night, I realized the loss of all of this. Losing my students, the ones I love, and pour into. Losing the space-the wood floors and mirrors. It hurts.
And it feels like this is only the beginning of the loss of moving. I've been living in LA for 8 yrs. I grew up here. I found God. Fell in love-with music, dance, change, and a few choice people along the way. I had roomates. Lived in an alligator green room. Spent countless nights walking the circle with random friends. Discovered little gems of LA. I turned 21, went to college, got a degree. Fell in love. Said yes. Got a dog. Met friends who changed my perspective. Traveled the world, but always came home to LA.
So in the next few weeks, I'll be taking the time to reflect. Remember, glean the memories and write some of them here...as a reminder of the life I've lived here.
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