The last days of being 21...

If I could stay any age forever, it would without a doubt be 21. This was a big year for me and it started with a bang last March while I celebrated in Vegas because my 21st birthday happened to fall smack-dab in the middle of NYU's Spring Break (how convenient!).

This year is going to be different. My birthday is on a Wednesday. I am going to be the exciting old 22. I am in Chicago. And there will probably be a blizzard. Talk about a major womp womp. BUT IT'S OKAY.

So this week I had very exciting news from the Dance Theatre of Harlem. I would love to have the opportunity to live in New York again so this might just work out, but there are definitely some things to work out before then. There are also major things I need to take into consideration:

Do I really want to put myself in such a high pressure ballet environment again?
Do I really want to be around the type of dancers that I will be around in this environment again?
Will I want to kill myself every single day while being around these dancers again?
Will I remain sane while around these dancers everyday?

One of the best things about Dance Theatre of Harlem is that in the registration information it said, "Absolutely no pink tights are allowed." SIGN ME UP.


You might be wondering why this decision is so hard, but it's at the same exact time as another program I am extremely interested in that is based in Portland. It is a contemporary program for 30 dancers in the middle of the summer and 5 artistic directors from 5 different dance companies from across the country are brought to Portland to work with you. The networking seems like it's second to none, but a scholarship is a scholarship and New York might just win me over this time around.