Lost in Thought.....

My home is the world. A home by land, by air and by sea. But it doesn’t mean it’s where my heart is….all of the time. Sometimes your heart can be found in your work. Especially, when you’ve had a good day and feel as though you’ve accomplished something or recognized your worth. And sometimes you can only see the value of your efforts simply because it’s payday.

When you’re forever creating “home” out of a smelly locker room, at yet another venue god only knows. Where I’ll be found scavenger hunting at 5:30 in the morning, at show load in, snooping around the venue looking for lamps & comfy chairs. I light some candles and pray to make it thru another 20-hour day. Avoiding fluorescent light so the age in my face and the dark circles under my eyes aren’t forever more accentuated. Then, I create a relaxing vibe in another hotel room. A room I’ll spend less hours in than at the venue. Then, I can be spied pimping my coffin – oops I meant my bunk on the bus - to make that tiny little prison cell on wheels feel more like a home. Acquiring homey type crap from late night truck stops or Wal-Mart runs at 3am when your bus mates want to power shop just for the hell of it.

Suddenly, the line blurs. Where is home and will I ever get there?

Shit, now I’m melancholy; wanting & longing for something I want right now. When you start reflecting on the past to see where you left your heart, you find yourself wishing to be home – or to finally find a place to call home.

1. Kim Kiser says,

   Sound like you are always on the run. I use to be you…different job, but a traveling queen! I miss it!

   Nice working with you on the Celine Dion tour in Columbus, Ohio.

   Kim (Double Tree Guest Suites)
2. Donald Puhl says,

   Shari

   I wood like to know if you can get 5 ticket to the show in
   New Orleans on Jan 10.or Nashville Tennessee on 13 Jan
   let me know if you can get them .

   I will be at your mother. on X-MAS hope to see you
   thin LOVE Don and Waunette

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