Six months ago, we leapt with naiveté from our home in Southern California in search of greener pastures in the Northeast.
One mishap after the other has hailed with vengeance onto our path since we hit the road in our secretly igniting Toyota Sienna. That first phone call, imparting drastic news of the corroded engine in our freshly purchased mini-van should have served as a warning for the choppy waters ahead.
Forging on, we made our way to New Jersey to start over with fresh optimism. But, before we could work up our speed to a slow and steady clip, we lost our transmission on the New Jersey turnpike.
Days after, before we could utter the words, “what could possibly be next”, the furnace in our rental home cracked beyond repair leaving us for four days in January with no heat.
The first warmth of spring awoke from its wintry hibernation, and we came home one morning to find the house crawling with termites.
The employment that seemed to come rather easily when last we lived in the East, is scarce and more competitive than a decade ago, and I have now broken my own unemployment record. Ironically, at 25 and single, I had no need for the generous salaries I made with very little thought. Now, with a family to support, it is imperative.
Recently, within a matter of one week, I was asked to return to Los Angeles for a well-paying teaching gig for four days at the beginning of July, and then on the heals of that offer, booked a regional show, not too far from home that would run through August and make up the rest of the bills for the summer.
Last week went as follows…
on Monday, I got a call from my agent saying the show wasn’t selling and was cancelled,
on Tuesday, my son broke his femur,
on Wednesday, I had to cancel my teaching trip to Los Angeles to stay with my broken son,
on Thursday, I learned that ambulance services are not covered by our insurance,
and on Friday, with quite a stomach-ache, I looked for a nice green leaf to eat through before burrowing into a cocoon as I watched the dollar signs turn into butterflies and flutter out the window with the remainder of our nest egg.
I give up. I always had tenacious faith in the saying “leap and the net will appear”. Right now, I am wondering if that is referring more to a slotted spatula to scrape us off the steaming hard ground after we have hit with a resounding splat.
These past six months have been interesting to say the least! We have been graciously caught by too many nets to count as the universe has thrown its humorous curve balls.
The excitement began with a corroded engine in Albuquerque, NM, en route from Los Angeles to New Jersey, giving us an unexpected reprieve from our endless hours of driving. How amazing that that sticky situation turned out the way it did!
The car company who sold us the vehicle took the hit of the hotel and food expenses, 15,000 dollars worth of repairs and a rental vehicle so we could continue our trip while the car was being serviced. If that wasn’t enough of a blessing, the hotel upgraded us to a two-bedroom suite for the remainder of our stay.
Shortly after settling into our cozy new home, we became profoundly grateful that we are the renters and not the owners! The furnace cracked and died in the middle of January, and a couple of months after, we discovered a termite infestation. Both of these hefty expenses were taken care of by the landlord within a matter of days, we had lower monthly heat bills than the previous tenants, and there has been no sign of creepy-crawlies since.
As far as re-starting the engine of my performing career, after a six and a half-year absence from New York City, I was pleasantly surprised by the warm welcome I received from the Business. I have found myself up for a few jobs with small numbers of extremely talented performers with whom I was humbly proud to be counted.
While I have yet to book a long-running show, I am grateful for the precious gifts of scattered, but lucrative employment in the form of concerts and commercials to carry us through until just the right opportunity comes our way.
I must say that while I am disappointed about the cancellation of a show I was looking forward to being a part of, I can’t help but believe that its demise was a divine intervention of sorts. Leaving Zachary for long hours of rehearsal in his current injured state would have been heart-wrenching. How blessed are we to have the savings, (dwindling as it is) to allow us this time at home to focus on the healing of our baby boy?
As far as this injury, I am extremely relieved by our choice in private health insurance. With a minimal co-pay, every minute detail of the excellent care he received at the Kravis Children’s Hospital at Mount Sinai is 100 percent covered. With a lower rate plan, we would be out thousands, making the mere 1,000 dollar ambulance bill seem like pocket-change in comparison.
I am eternally grateful for all of the grace that our family has been shown through these past six months and am cautiously optimistic about the next six!
There are many different reasons that people write blogs.
-to practice writing
-hopes to one day be published
-a desire to have stories preserved for their children
The list goes on. On any given day, my personal motivation falls under any or all of the above.
Because of my desire to keep readers, coupled with my belief that very few want to read post after post of laments and tirades of how horrible things are, I am always inspired to take a situation and spin it to the light as best as I can.
I’ll let you guess which section poured onto the keys with the momentum of raging waters, and which felt like it was yanked while swimming upstream in a river of taffy. It doesn’t really matter. Both perspectives are valid.
But one makes for a more pleasant read and a more enjoyable life, for sure!
So, I write this to thank all of you for forcing me to keep my “heads” up through a tumultuous six months.
What side of the coin is facing you?