I'm always excited when I find out that a friend from home (home being Manila) is coming to New York. It means plenty of conversations over a meal, visits with Nicole, and lots of laughter about... well... anything. I have been fortunate that over the last many months, besides my husband making his trips to see his little family, there has been Steffi and her lovely family... then Chari... and Bobby... and Raymund... later on, Menchu... and hopefully many more.
I will admit, I am homesick. For nearly 2 years, Manila was my home. This was the longest that I stayed since I left in 1989, and I wasn't very optimistic that I would be really pleased about it. I had, by the time I returned, made Los Angeles home base, really becoming accustomed to the life and the lifestyle. However, fate intervened in the lives of the Chien couple, and off Rob went to Manila, followed by me a month later. In those 2 years, I reconnected with old friends and made a few new ones, discovered new life passions, and welcomed the third member of our little family. I also released a new album and got out of Manila to visit Cebu and Davao (and LOVED IT!!!).
Fate intervened yet again, and now I'm here in New York with my daughter and my mother. Yes, life has been treating me very well, what with Les Miz serving to fuel my artistic passions (as well as improve my poker game)... it's been really fantastic being back on Broadway. But I miss home. I miss the life that I made for myself while I was there for those 2 years. I miss everything and everyone that touched my life, making it just that much more fulfilling and wonderful.
So, whenever I hear that one of my beloveds is on their way here, my heart skips a beat with joy, for I know that with their presence, they bring with them a slice of what my heart calls home.