Stephanie in Suwon

Cherry blossoms in my grape slushy. White butterflies dancing in the sunlight. The smell of the subway, balancing on the edge of the platform and feeling the rush of wind as it arrives and you push your way on while trying to avoid the high heels of the Korean girl in front of you. It’s official. We’ve extended our contracts until October. My feelings regarding this remain dichotomous, as always, ever divided. On one hand, I am excited about this opportunity as this will afford Dave and I the chance to travel more extensively, and travel plans currently include Japan, Thailand (again), possibly Cambodia, and Laos as well. I’m on this side of the globe, I’m damn well going to take advantage of that and it is with great anticipation that I plunge myself into this next segment of this thing that I’ve gotten myself into. On the other hand…I do miss home. I miss my family, I miss my friends. I miss acting. I miss dancing. I miss tea at Steeps and rehearsals with KGB. I miss dinner at The Co...

I find myself feeling homesick tonight, with no real reason for it. Indeed, with my best friend in town for a visit, and a weekend that was filled with good times with good friends, one would imagine oneself feeling an excess of gratitude for being in the here and now. But I do. So there. My family and friends of course. But also…things less tangible. The smell of the inside of a theatre, that feeling in the pit of my stomach right before I walk into an audition, and a glass of red wine with fellow cast members. Corsets, Lit and Sing Sing Sing. Jazz, Dad’s BBQ chicken and homemade guacamole. A Corona with my brothers. Saturdays at Splolumbo’s. 4th street. 1719 2nd Ave NW. This is hard.