Today in therapy we discussed how I’d know when the new place feels like home. I’ll know when I dance in the living room with a cup of tea in my hand.
I hate musicals. I hate that people break out into song for no good reason. I hate it when they spring across the floor in fairy style singing about how great life is. I hate it! I see no reason to have girls in big feathery hats kicking in unison or young chaps singing before they go to war about lost love. Stop it! Shut up! Be a man and stop singing like that! I hate musicals. I truly hate them. I love ballet and opera but musicals are not for me. ……
But, I am guilty of dancing alone in my living room. I turn on iTunes and Tracy Chapman, Macy Gray or Anita Baker will come on, and I begin to sway. Next thing you know I’m all but romancing my mug as I soulfully move around my living room.
When I’m comfortable enough to dance alone, when I’m in a good space and I feel the music while enjoying a good cup of tea then I’ll know I’m home. I have good music, I have good tea, eventually I’ll dance.