I have not spent my time in Africa missing home. Really. I have been so busy drinking in the new that I have not had the luxury of missing things. But I’m human, and there are things I miss.
I miss Lauren. I miss Joel. I miss Chester. I miss walking Chester.
I miss my students, and constant interaction with world-class student artists at CCM. I miss our discipline and passion. I miss my colleagues. I miss every single unique class at CCM and the energy of each. I miss preparing the senior class for New York and Los Angeles performances. I miss all aspects of CCM Drama. I miss teaching; we are still on strike at Kenyatta University. I miss stage managers. I miss rehearsals that start on time that have every actor in attendance. I miss directing and I miss long rehearsals. I miss the energy of large-scale collaborations.
I miss manners and courtesy. I miss my independence. I miss easy communication. I miss my 11 year-old red Volkswagen GTI and I miss driving myself. I miss Newport, Kentucky and Cincinnati, Ohio. I miss seeing my neighbor on his porch every morning as I head to school. I miss having a good haircut.
I miss my kitchen and cooking for Lauren and Joel; cooking alone is a drag and I eat leftovers for too many days. I miss pizza. I miss hamburgers.
I miss people. I am ready to not be so alone.
I miss less than I thought. My life is full in Kenya and for that I am grateful.
This is Chester. I know he misses me.