Today is the last day of principal photography on the movie Cindy’s been working on for the last six months. At this point, we have another six weeks give or take a few days before we hit the road and head west. That could change by the end of the day, tomorrow or in a week. We really don’t know. All we know is that our lease in this particular condo in Atlanta is up in 45 days.
So we will be moving, we just don’t know if it’s down the street or across the country. That can make packing up a bit challenging. And since I am the principal packer of the family, I’m beginning to feel a bit under the gun.
Add to that, that the end date of the Personal Trainer accreditation course I signed up for is also coming up quickly and I have been a typical student in putting off my studies until the last minute. You’d think I’d learn by now.
Did I mention that I bought a Groupon Dive Certification class as well? It was a deal too good to pass up and I rationalized that it was a work expense as well as something I have been meaning to do forever. No time like the present, unless of course the present schedule is already pretty full.
And of course, there’s this blog, which I was determined to keep current with and now am having a writer’s block of sorts. It’s not that I can’t come up with anything to write about; it’s that I have too much to write about. I have 8 posts that I have started and each of them interests me and well……
Be Careful What You Wish For
X-3, the fitness center that has been a God-send, or whatever the atheist alternative would be, was already wonderful before Helio “Soneca” Moreira, arrived. He is a Brazilian Jiu Jitsu legend and an incredible instructor. He has torn apart my game and built it back up. I have loved training and learning under him, which doesn’t make leaving any easier.
When we first got to Atlanta, I quickly found a place to continue our aerial arts training. Not only did the Circus Arts Institute teach trapeze and silks, but they added the Spanish Web and rings to our aerial skills as well bringing in juggling, tight-wire, balance boards and best of all hand-balancing, something I’ve always been interested in. We have had an incredible time there, learned a lot and made some good friends.
In the past week, in large part because of connections through the Circus Arts Institute, we have discovered the Kinetic Hive, a “space for workshops, classes, and events that is dedicated to community, collaborative learning, physicality, participatory fun, inspiring each other, and play.” The place is literally a 10 minute walk from our condo. So far we’ve played on silks there and started doing acroyoga, very similar to hand-balancing. The energy of the place and its concept are so in line with where my head is at these days.
So Why Are You Moving?
Atlanta has been really, really wonderful to us. And we certainly would not regret more time here. That said, the reason why we’ve been able to be here is that we’ve decided that it’s more important for us to be together as a family than to have a more permanent residence. It is different, one might say radical, but it is the solution that makes the most sense for us right now.
I am still sifting through things from our last move. We continue to acquire things, which is normal, especially when you do what we do for a living.
Figuring out what we might need, or more accurately want, what we won’t miss, what to jettison, what to ship and store, what to haul around with us across the country is an interesting puzzle, to put it in the mildest of terms.
And the physical stuff is really the least of it. We’ve become part of the community here. We’ve become regulars at our favorite restaurant, Barcelona, which is literally a stone’s throw away. The farmers at several markets know us. Skye has made a several friends here; some home-schoolers, some circus, some from the “burner” community.
“May you live in interesting times” a supposed Chinese curse, has become our norm. And though at times it feels like a curse, more often it feels like I’m living up to one of my favorite quotes:
"But then they danced down the street like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes ‘Awww!’ “
Jack Kerouac, On the Road
WE ARE DINGLEDODIES