Within about five minutes, I knew tonight would be my last night in Columbia.
“Hi, Megan…” I heard my mom’s voice on my voicemail. “Well, ” (pause) “Granpa Joe died, he died this afternoon. They’re thinking that the funeral will be this Friday.”
My Grandpa Joe. He was an odd guy. But a good odd — he sent me $2 bills and a Calvin and Hobbes book for birthdays, he told me that there was a law that allowed those over 40 years old to swear freely when I called him out when I was younger… he was a smart ass, but everyone liked that about him.
I love him, and I will miss him.
But as my good friend Steve pointed out, the good thing about knowing someone is about to die is that it gives people a chance to really find connection with their loved ones, say everything that needs to be said, and truly process everything. I’m so grateful for my family, and I’m looking forward to heading to Florida to celebrate his life — and ours.
I was planning on starting to move things to St. Louis this weekend, but it’s been pushed up a bit — I’m currently frantically packing in order to move everything but my furniture to St. Louis tomorrow.
Wednesday I leave for the funeral from St. Louis to Fort Myers, Florida, and I will stay through the weekend.
Instead of flying back to Missouri, however… I have decided I need to get out for awhile. I need to explore and train more and get refocused on my dance. More than that, though, I think I need to really put some thought about what I want in the next part of my life.
So I’m finally getting out of Columbia! … And guess where I’m going?
Well, Columbia, South Carolina. I’m truly running away to the circus this time — I will be staying with Natalie Brown (check out Alternacirque and Delirium Tribal) and Asharah and training with them. I’m really excited, both ladies are phenomenal dancers and pretty bad ass women in general.
How long will I stay there…? Who knows.
Then it’s back to St. Louis to figure out my life.
Columbia peeps: I need to get all my furniture and my car at some point, so I will be back. At that time, I want to have a soiree and party with all y’all, so get ready. I imagine I’ll be back in July sometime.
This sounds like the best possible reason to hit the road. Best of luck! I can’t wait to meet you when you return.
I like your memories of Grandpa Joe….after I got married he sent me a Christmas card that said something like, “Now that you have finished college & are married, the roles reverse and you now have to buy your grandparents presents. Merry Christmas.” Hahaha…and I knew that I was officially an adult when I got a box of cheese and sausage this year.
I can attest that your headline “on the road again… starving artistry…” is well spelled and to a point.