Aaaaand We’re Back

Man.  Well that was something.

In a nutshell, we did indeed walk from St. Jean Pied du Port to Santiago de Compostella.  After a pesky foot injury, I came very, very close to skipping a stage by bus, but somehow it just never happened.  I’m not sure I’m proud of ignoring my body’s message, but my foot does seem to be healing, so there’s that.  It took 34 days, spanned 799 kilometers, and required one roll of kinesthetic tape, several boxes of bandaids, one container of compede, almost a full container of an ancient salve for pilgrim joints and skin problems, an unknown number of bottles of wine and plates of patatas bravas, several midday beers, approximately four emotional meltdowns, and a lot of pep talks.  Compared to my last Camino?  The word that keeps coming to mind is: harder.  My body, mind, and life is significantly different.  Processing all the moments of beauty and all the days of endless difficulties is something I am only, slowing beginning to tackle.  And writing it down feels a bit farther away. I can say for certain that the miraculous world of the Camino still provides all the love, protection, and support that anyone needs to get through the mountains of self-doubt and endlessly developing blisters the morning hours bring.  But more on that later. For now, my emotional brain needs a snooze.

After many years of waiting, obsessive planning, and borderline-neurotic budgeting, I am finally a freelancer.  On my first morning over here, I am currently one- for-one with showering, eating a proper breakfast, and putting on real-people clothing.  Ben bought me a sweet little bird statue and I have decided that he is my freelancing mascot.  I have yet to name him/her.  Perhaps Carmella II–after my Camino walking stick that I had to leave behind in Santiago. She will be missed.  Anyway, though I’m handling my panic quite well, this is all a bit terrifying–this whole “getting what you want and hoping it works out” thing. Three nights ago, I landed at JFK, bleary-eyed, confused, and crotchety after a full 24 hours of travel to get from a hotel room in Santiago de Compostella to the apartment I have dreamed of laying my eyes on for the past six weeks.

At the moment, I still feel odd even adjusting my eyes to the look of a computer screen. My brain has not required this type of focus since late June, and I’m shocked at how strange it feels to stare at one white square while trying to type this out.

So instead of totally freaking out at the freelancing task ahead of me, I’m starting with small, controllable steps.  And when I reach the day (hopefully very soon) when I can genuinely begin to piece together the stories from my second Camino, this will be its immediate home.

Until then, this is where I’m at logistically:

  1. I can now focus on freelance writing full time (which is bananas!!).  I have several editors I worked with before my trip that I have reached out to, and will start poking around for new options as well.  I also edit and proofread!  Hooray!
  2. With this new freedom, I will no longer be putting my acting career on the back burner.  It’s been there for way too long.  I joined Equity and SAG-AFTRA just before having to take full-time office work nearly four years ago, so to say that I am back in the game is still hard to process.
  3. I very much need a functional laptop.  My husband’s is super-duper, but I am looking to buy a refurbished Mac Book Air or something similar.  I don’t need it for anything fancy, mainly just word processing and a solid internet connection.  Any advice is more than welcomed!
  4. Jumping back into acting is EXPENSIVE.  My first line of business is new headshot copies, a printer, software to piece a reel together, a  Backstage subscription, and a budget for the Montclair-NYC train monthly ticket.  I’m hoping these will all come as my writing work gets a little more settled and dependable. Gaaah.
  5. I would like to start a freelancing support group to meet up in the city once every two weeks or so.  We can find funky coffee shops, trade freelancing outlets and secret, and give each other much-needed hugs.  Also, it’s good we all get out of the house now and then.
  6. I need to spruce up my monologue and songs a bit more so that I don’t go into audition rooms, have a Camino flashback, and curl up into a ball in the fetal position.  That wouldn’t be ideal.

So this is where I stand.  If I sound like a blogging robot right now, it’s because I kind of feel like one.  I don’t know how to process everything we just accomplished and experienced.  I’m waiting for something weird to kick me over the emotional edge, but no luck yet.  Maybe a very, very long nap.


I look forward to sharing stories and updates soon.  It’s good to be home.

6 responses to “Aaaaand We’re Back”

  1. YAAY! CUPCAKES IS BACK! Several friends and colleagues have been asking. We all missed you!
    Now, have a nice nap.


  2. BOSCHPANTS! Wait, I guess it’s now BARTOLONEPANTS! Glad you’re home! I see a lot of people mentioned the chromebook, which is what I’m writing on now, but I don’t know anything about the software capability you require. I’m so glad you’re pursuing your dreams!


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