Oh The Places You'll Go
Last Monday, after I wrapped up a show in Nova Scotia, I missed my flight home. The form I needed for my US visa renewal still hadn't arrived, so at 10AM the morning of my flight, I had to call the show's travel agent to cancel. The way I came onto that show in the first place was in a whirlwind. Two days notice to pack up my kit and my personal belongings to get onto a plane from LAX to Halifax for two months. I landed at midnight, set up the trailer, and started work at 6am to prepare the lead actress for set. When I caught up on sleep I wandered around that tiny, beautiful East Coast City. I toured the peninsula on a long run. It felt good to be there, not only because I was back in Canada but because it was Scottish Canada. The citadel atop the hill was Edinburgh-esque, and the quaint seaside homes reminded me of the neighborhood my dad grew up in in Glasgow. For the last couple of years I've gone back and forth about whether I wanted to move back to Canada. If I shou...
