The Empty Suitcase
Preparing for the trip…As I avoid the oh so empty suitcase that stares at me from across the room, its all-knowing glare seems to be calling my bluff. It’s funny how often people toss around the word “adventure.” You know, like “let’s go on an adventure!” in reference to an unplanned hike or trip downtown. I’m certainly guilty of it. As I make my shopping lists and tally my to-do’s, I can’t help but realize the true implications behind the word. The greatest implication being a forward motion into the unknown. A new country and a new culture, yes.
The greatest unknown, however, lies in the simple fact that I know the whole experience will change me in ways I cannot predict. Living and breathing in theatre, art, and acting in a place so far removed from my own limited world. Within the lonely suitcase lies the opportunity not to bring new life to an old character, but to take part in creating the very story that gives reason to her existence. An adventure. I don’t think there’s a better word for it.
Of course the weight of that realization causes one to further procrastinate and wander harmlessly onto the Internet. And then there it is. The highland snapshot that brought tears to my eyes when I first found out that this future awaited me. And now I smile, and take a deep breath, and prepare to greet this beautiful view for the first time in one week.
“Blessed are the curious, for they shall have adventures.”