Well I did something a tad bit unorthodox this winter. I gathered up my life of just two and a half years in Montréal, (a city I truly adore) stowed some of it away in ‘storage’, gave some away and then bussed myself and the other third of it to a larger city six hours and one province away. All for an eleven-week rehearsal process that ended in three back-to-back performances in a completely new city. Perhaps that doesn’t sound as unconventional as I imagined it did back in