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February 11, 2013

TT: Getting there

i-075_sb_exit_100_02.jpgOn Monday afternoon I'll be returning to New York after a month and a half on the road. During that time I drove all over Florida and saw seven shows there, flew up to New York and back twice to see four more shows and give a ten-minute speech, finished writing and editing Duke: A Life of Duke Ellington and sent the manuscript off to Gotham Books, and saw the sun set over the Gulf of Mexico a dozen times. It was warm--mostly--but it wasn't a vacation, not even slightly. I can't remember the last time I took one of those.

My traveling days are now officially over until the end of April. Except for occasional weekend jaunts to Connecticut and a fast trip to Rhode Island to see a rare American revival of a play by Eugène Ionesco, I'll be totally preoccupied with theater in New York. That's all right with me: I'm going to miss Florida, which I've grown to love in recent years, but I'm tired of living out of a pair of suitcases, and I like the idea of sleeping in my own bed again.

Home, however, is where Mrs. T is, so I'm not really coming home today. She'll be spending an additional week in Florida with family, then flying to Los Angeles to visit friends and stay warm. I won't be seeing her again until March.

NM170200_a_382452c.jpgI'm glad I missed the blizzard. I seem to have lost my taste for snow, and to some extent for New York City as well. Fortunately, I still love a great many people who live there, and I wouldn't want to be without the theater district, not to mention the other cultural institutions that are for me the whole point of living in Manhattan. That said, I'm definitely feeling a bit disoriented these days, not wholly satisfied with the present and unsure of the future.

It could be that I'm suffering from a mild case of the postpartum depression that has been known to assault writers who've just finished a long and demanding book. It could also be that returning to my New York apartment will restore the sense of stability that has lately deserted me. I've always have a way of feeling at home wherever I am--which is, I suppose, another way of saying that I don't feel entirely at home anywhere.

So...what now? As soon as I empty my bags, I'll let you know.

Posted February 11, 2013 12:00 AM

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