Got one step closer to getting the deposit back from the landlord. That gets us one step closer to getting back to London. Money…I was obsessing about it yesterday. How did money become something as important as food or air? This stupid piece of colored paper. Yet, you won’t last long without it. Look at the bums in the street and the starving kids in Africa.
Contacted 30 Real Estate agents today about flats in London. Both Patrick and I are dead set on moving back to Covent Garden/Holborn area. Our friends think we are insane, and I come up with all of these excuses about why we want to move back to Central: but lookit, in the end, it’s our home. And, after being homeless for 2 months out in Swederland and losing my New Orleans home, I just want to be in my adopted home of central London. My other trump card, though, is that I’m lucky with flats. I always have been. I’m dreaming about a warehouse, but that might be going just a bit too far. Should I mention that I dreamed about my other two flats in London before I found them? Kind of spooky.
Looked through loads of footage again. Just trying to separate the wheat from the chaff. Patrick is cutting like mad. Here are the Cloudy sequences we’ve cut so far:
Cloudy at the Arcade
Mobile Montage
Teaching at the Handicapped School
Comedy Gig at the Fiddler
World Family Show
Private English Lesson with Balloon Kids
Still no word about the grant. Lesley says it hasn’t even come to the film school yet. I’m trying to stay positive, but I’m a bit scared. If we don’t get the grant, how will we continue? Do we just continue like we have been? Work at odd jobs until we save up enough money to have a 3 month stint somewhere to edit? At that rate, this thing…this monster…this effing beast will take another two or three years. I must find another way. I must finish this thing. I must!
