Western suburbs.

1. First day when I really, truly, properly feel like I'm doing a different job. Some things always stay the same though. My devil is in the detail. That must be why I give it such a wide bearth.

2. All goes well though and I feel very lucky. This is the view from the rehearsal room. It looks freakishly similar to how I picture the plays setting looks.

3. What with all the things to do, I forget that the list of placements is being sent. It's not til I open it and see a list which includes where I will live and work for three months this year that I remember to feel excited.

4. Plans made for tomorrow. One little sentence unlocks a memory. Funny how that can happen.

5. Later, during yoga, my mind eleswhere that memory is like a little bubble of saddness that just bursts. Just like that.