Ever since moving to Chicago, I have developed a new appreciation for Virginia. Which is not a negative reflection on Chicago (I love the city, I hate the weather). Just that Chicago is a very different place. It's straight-forward, playful, and generally a cool place to live. But what Midwestern straight-shooting lacks is the odd sense of Southern charm. (see above: not necessarily a bad thing.) And with the advent or tease of spring, I have really missed trees (but not allergies) and topography. I want to hike around in the woods. And while I am a fan of the walk down Clark Street, or sprawling at Millenium Park, it's just not scratching the itch.
After seeing Rabbit Hole, I also realised that I haven't directed anything in a while. And I haven't really had much creative outlet or say in projects. Rabbit Hole reminded me of a Charlottesville actress I would love to work with. And maybe not this play, but another Lindsay-Abaire or something good that I picked. And one place I could do that would be Summer Theatre Festival.
This newest fantasy relies on alot of unknowns. Like if STF is even happening, or looking for directors. And if I could, where would I live and work? And is it really worth the hassle for 2 months? Then again, it is no more arbitrary than moving to Chicago with no job or firm place to live just to do an unpaid internship.
It doesn't really feel like homesickness, which is a different animal. But still, it does remind me to watch my DMB video, which was filmed on the mall, is generally pleasant, and gives me the warm fuzzies.
Soliciting opinions. Especially the ones that remind me that this is not a particularly brilliant idea.
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