Don´t know why I felt the need to start writing again, a friend over a cigarette break said to me "why don´t you start a blog then if you don´t know what to do with all that information in your head?".. I realized that I had one already, but always feels so egocentric to write on it.
So... London. That´s my city at the moment, moving here was easy, living on it not so much. This city is incredibly amazing, it has a power that resonates from it´s floor, so nostalgic, so creepy, so sad and lonely and beautiful. I believe romantic aswell...
Now, being a dancer in this town can be tricky, the opportunities are everywhere but it is not as easy as it looks.
You need money to survive, to be able to have independence you have to work, and dance not always gives you money to live, but then another job apart from dancing steals you so much time.
It´s tyring. I´m tired. Not sleeping, auditions all the time, putting you on check all the time, always getting it until the end, but always missing something, as I never get the job. Of course, I couldn´t help to wonder, should I really be doing this? If every choreographer that sees me, sees something but not enough, when am I gonna be enough? What do I need to change? What do I need to work on?
I feel that I can´t really get involved with other works, at least I need to be surrounded by dance or art in general. This curiosity of mine never stops and it´s part of my life, but how to filter it to my work?
London... expensive city... Sharing a room with one person, a house with seven... again tricky. No space for being depressed or alone, which makes everything even more depressing, it makes you wonder why I´m here? But aswell why should I go anywhere else...
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