Homesick.

I think I've finally gotten homesick.

I've been missing London: a lot. Most days I get by just fine; but, then there are times when I feel like there is a gaping, aching hole in my chest. And I don't want to do anything other than lay in bed and look through the pictures and talk to my mates. It is the strangest feeling...I was in London for a mere six weeks; and, as soon as my plane left the runway something didn't feel right.

Don't get me wrong, it's lovely being back in Colorado. I missed my family and friends like crazy while I was away. It's been great reconnecting and reliving my incredible adventures; but, now I feel completely foreign and out of place. I cross the street without looking or pausing, I consume an ungodly amount of tea, I still use British slang, and desperately wish to take the Tube instead of driving (which I have come to despise)...

This may sound like a list of bad things, but it depends on your point of view. For me, it has been the greatest motivation ever. I feel like I belong in London. Although the words are bland from being used endlessly, it is one of the most amazing cities in the world. And even though I don't know how, I am getting back there soon. I've been putting a ton of energy into the monologues I'm going to use this year, I'm going to work my little butt off to save up money to hopefully make it back to London next summer, and the new game plan is to attend a university across the pond to get my master's in acting. Looking towards the future helps make that gaping hole ache less.

So, don't worry friends. I won't be homesick for much longer.

The Temporarily Bed-ridden,

Steffanie