Peoplesick
Joy

Peoplesick (written on the 8:30am train from Glasgow Queen Street Station to Edinburgh’s Waverly Station on April 8, 2013) I get homesick a lot more often than I usually let myself admit. I love to travel and I love seeing new places and things. But home calls to me. What has become more and more evident to me over the years of traveling is that it is people, not things or places, that I long for. Don’t get me wrong. I love my apartment in New York. Love my neighborhood. Love my church and even my jobs. But it’s the people I get homesick for. It’s the people I get peoplesick for? That doesn’t sound right, but I think you understand the sentiment. Mark. Zoe. My friends and family. (Zoe is a dog by the way) Those relationships, those loves, call me home. Even at this moment as I sit racing along a train track from Glasgow to Edinburgh, I crave home.  Part of that may be that I’m alone now. But I wasn’t yesterday. Ah, yesterday. Yesterday morning began, as I fear many of these stories will, fresh off a red-eye flight from New York. But this time I had company. My travel buddy and expert on all things theatre had a plan for me. Molly and I, over the past decade of friendship, have had the pleasure (mostly pleasure) of traveling over the entire North American continent on tour. Together we’ve also seen Athens, Xania on Crete, Paris, […]

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