The house has a binder on it and if all goes well we'll be in contract in about a week, out the door in 90 days. When I signed the papers, I felt like I was walking through amniotic fluid. Not the surreal feeling I had as the judge finalized the divorce. It's a good thing to get out of this house. Lots of good and happy memories and wonderful place for another family to create their own. I'm looking at places and was told I should be under contract by January 15th.
Last night was opening night for "Miracle on 34th Street", a play I'm performing in at the local community theatre. I have a small role as the maid and I love it. It's odd how soothed I feel on-stage. Today I auditioned for their February big musical. I'm hoping to get the non singing but funny role of a wealthy British woman who has to keep tabs on her wayward husband.
