The year started twirling a “glow sword”
Because in the land of the free and the brave
It’s easier to buy a gun than a sparkler
We applied for a fiance visa.
I flew back to London.
In February, I started house hunting,
Visited Brighton
And saw A Chorus Line at the Palladium
I watched women in black t-shirts and bright red lipstick
Rise and dance outside Parliament House.
We had a bake sale at the theatre.
I wandered the streets of London
Trying to feel at home.
In March, I saw Liza Minnelli at Royal Festival Hall.
In the midst of a snow storm
I moved to Ruislip.
Saw my friend’s play
Nights of Enchantment,
And over noodles, had a long and delightful conversation
With an old friend.
One bright chilly morning
I walked from Covent Garden to the Thames to Islington.
In April, I did quite the unthinkable
And quit my job ushering
At a west end theatre
And prepared to walk 780km across
Northern rural Spain
I saw the Lichtenstein retrospective at the Tate Modern
On the 30th April I caught the Eurostar
From London to Paris
And spent the day on trains heading
South across France to the Pyrenees
On the first day of May
I walked up and down the Pyrenees
Crossed into Navarra
And spent the next 31 days
Walking the width of Spain
Until I reached Santiago de Compostela
In June, I saw War Horse at the New London.
I flew over the Atlantic
To spend the summer with my love
We went to a wedding
And a Wesslmann pop art exhibit in Richmond
Drove through Washington DC, Jersey, New York, and Connecticut
And arrived
Home
At summer camp
We staged 2 full-scale musicals
In 8 weeks
I taught singing and voice
And melted in the heat
Watched Yo Yo Ma and the Boston Symphony Orchestra
At Tanglewood
And walked a rainbow chalk labyrinth
Smudged and glowing from rain
In August
I saw Matilda, Once, and Peter and the Starcatcher in NYC
And wandered the streets of Manhattan praying for a miracle.
I unwillingly flew back to London
And moved to the south east.
I worked as a temp
At an international commercial property research company
Two finance firms
Two publishing houses
And spent my days behind reception desks around London
Writing and researching my play.
I saw Blue Stockings at The Globe.
In September, I quietly turned 29
In one of the offices of London
And in the evening saw Charlie and the Chocolate Factory at the
Theatre Royal, Drury Lane, with my big brother
I saw Grounded at The Gate Theatre
And did a workshop on writing solo material
I traveled to Bath to audition for a play
I saw Once with my Australian singing teacher
And remembered why I was doing what I was doing.
I saw A Doll’s House at The Duke of York
And had to talk myself into staying for the second act.
I went blackberry picking in Southminster
And made a blackberry pie.
In October, I had my interview with the US Consulate
And was rejected
I waited for a piece of paper
Declaring my lack of criminal record
To be sent from Australia to the UK
Via snail mail
I waited for my file to be lifted from the hundreds of other files
In someone’s office
I saw Trevor Ashley perform
Liza on an E
And Malala Yousafzai speak at Queen Elizabeth Hall
I went to the London Dungeon and SeaLife Aquarium with my first London friend
I saw The Light Princess at the National Theatre
And a debate between the founder of No More Page 3
And three playboy bunnies
In Carnaby St.
I went to Brighton with Mum and
Rode the carousel on the pier.
The next day I was the sickest I have been since moving to London
Ten months of waiting catching up with my stomach.
In November, I saw Matilda at the Cambridge
One last time
Walked along the Thames
Saw the Christmas lights in Oxford St and
Bid farewell to London.
I flew across the Atlantic
To be with my love
And, finally,
We were married.
In December
I worked on my play
Went to my first American audition
And was cast in my first Shakespeare
I discovered I could run in below freezing temperatures
Volunteered in a second-hand bookshop
Learnt to play the ukulele
Went to a Warhol exhibit
And wandered through Old Town admiring the fairy lights.
We started our happily ever after
The end.
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