Life List: See Hamilton

Life List #249: See Hamilton.

This was me the day Hamilton tickets went on sale in Chicago:

Furiously typing on the computer.

Actually, that was my whole office.

Actually, that was, quite possibly, all of the city.

I’m not going to sit here and pretend to be a fangirl: I had never even listened to the Hamilton soundtrack (still haven’t…) and barely knew what it was.

Still, I was just as obsessed with getting tickets as anyone.

And, still, all the hype surrounding the show deemed it to be a life-list-worthy experience.

Because everyone else I knew seemed to be obsessed with it. (So obsessed that my friend Jen even flew in from Seattle to see it with me.)

And because there is, somewhere, I suppose, still a part of me that was that high school theater geek who listened to the RENT soundtrack non-stop on her Discman. Who wore out her VHS copy of Into the Woods (original broadway cast). Who knew all the words to every Andrew Lloyd Webber production ever produced. Whose eyes welled with tears whenever a curtain was raised.

And while current Val isn’t quite as hip to what’s currently playing on Broadway, she still appreciates a good night of theatre.

And tears still well in her eyes when that curtain goes up…


Life List: See Hamilton

Life List: See Hamilton

Life List: See Hamilton

Life List: See Hamilton

(OK so there was actually no curtain but you get what I mean.)


See Hamilton was number 249 on my life list.



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Hi, I'm Val. I spent most of my 20s in a standstill, unable to pick which path in life I wanted to take. I wanted the nomadic life of a traveler but also wanted the husband, the condo, and the kitten. Unable to decide which life I wanted more, I did nothing. When I turned 30 I’d had enough of putting my life on hold and decided to start “choosing my figs.” So, I quit my job, bought a one-way ticket to Europe, and traveled for three years. Now I'm back in Chicago, decorating my apartment in all the teal, petting my cats, and planning my next adventure.

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