For the past two years we're been nomadic.
I used to say semi-nomadic, but I've learned that that implies some level of permanence; that you have some sort of base somewhere.
That has not been what our lives have been like.
We were already leaning towards some level of nomadism in the years that lead up to our decision to sell our house in Los Angeles and let the work decide where we would rest our heads.
When we sold our house put our stuff in storage, we had no idea how long we would be "on the road" and even now we are looking at Atlanta as a stepping stone to a final destination, even if that does end up being in Atlanta.
Cindy has worked a lot in Atlanta in the last few years, I have worked a few times there, in fact, I joined the IATSE local there.
To my Los Angeles co-workers and future employers, I kept my Local 44 card and am in good standing.
We really imagined that we would be returning to Georgia sooner than later.
And then I was asked to decorate Maze Runner, an experience I look forward to elaborating on once the movie's released and all of the super top secret stuff is more out in the open.
The Maze Runner shot in Baton Rouge, where we resided in a lovely Best Western for around 4 months.
We ended up putting some stuff in a friend's storage in New Orleans, figuring we could pick it up on the way back to Atlanta.
Then Cindy got a show in New Orleans, where we are right now.
And we love it here.
Migrant Film Workers and Other Birds-of-a-Feather
It can be really difficult to build and/or be part of a community when your job is constantly taking you away from your physical home and that job is temporary.
This becomes even truer when you start to include the entire family in the endeavor.
The standard archetype is that the bread-winner, almost universally the "man" of the house goes off to earn enough to support the family. Then the home-maker, typically a woman stays home with the kids, carts them off to school and often ends up taking a part-time job, as much out of boredom as financial necessity.
Now this paradigm is full of potential problems, but they are accepted and looked at as "just the way it is".
For better and/or for worse we've upset the applecart in regards to this model.
The responses and levels of acceptance to our unique life-style have been interesting to say the least.
You would think that people in the film business would be the most understanding, given that it is the industry that we're in and the one that has made and/or allowed for our deviant behavior.
But that is not always the case, especially when it comes to the family and kids, particularly teen-agers.
The home-school community has been pretty flexible, but even there you run into a mind-set that can be resistant to invest too much time or energy into relationships that will probably be short-termed.
You know who gets it, the one's who have been most comfortable with our gender-reversing of roles, as well as our nomadic and thus more temporary status in the community?
Burners, circus folk and jui-jitsu players.
For similar and different reasons these have become our go-to communities.
And we know a lot of them in the Atlanta area.
Enjoying NOLA, Imagining the Future and Bracing for the Next Big Move....Again
I am doing my best to find balance.
Being in the moment, while being mindful of future needs and concerns.
Trying to relax and take in the local sights and sounds, but not getting overwhelmed with having to do everything there is to do in Louisiana.
Coming up with an educational curriculum that is mindful of Skye's needs, society's demands and expectations and taking advantage of all the teachable moments, experiences etc that are unique to New Orleans.
Taking time out to breath.
We've learned to live with less.
We've also ended up buying countless things that make living in modern society in a material world more convenient.
Simply and ordinary things you don't think about.
Things for the kitchen like a decent dish rack or paper towel holder.
We've bought our fair share of those.
And then there are personal things that have fond memories attached.
A goodly amount of tools that make our jobs easier and more manageable.
Furniture for those times we're not in a hotel or corporate housing.
Books and art.
In a few weeks time, I'll be sifting through this, deciding what makes sense to pack on a truck and haul across the country.
We've done this storage harvest several times on a smaller scale.
So it's a drill I'm more than used to and this time there is at least a little bit more of a sense of finality to it.
I'm steeling myself because I am tired of moving and yet I'm excited because there is a light at the end of the tunnel.
A light that for now happens to be in Atlanta, Georgia