The First Post

Today I turned eighteen years old. I don’t feel different. I went to class. I went to rehearsal. I had dinner. And then I came home.

But I’m getting ahead of myself.

Currently I’m going to a university, 2,458 miles away from where I grew up in the suburbs of Los Angeles. On top of that, after I moved my mom, dad, brother, and sister also picked up and moved 7521 miles away from our home- to Haifa, Israel.

So long story short I’m on my own, except for some of the amazing friends I’ve made at school. Thanks to technology I have the amazing ability to talk to friends and family living literally thousands of miles away and on completely different continents.

So here’s where this blog comes in. The degree I’m pursuing here at school is a bachelor of the fine arts in dramaturgy, which is a pretty complicated thing to explain, but for our sakes I’m basically getting a degree in storytelling. And I was thinking- how can I possibly be a good storyteller if I can’t tell my own?

So now you’re up to the date. I’m speaking to you- whoever it is you are- from my dorm room on the evening of my eighteenth birthday, beginning to tell my story. I don’t really know what form this little project is going to take or where it will take me, but I know it’s something I should do.

For today, that’s about all there is to my story. I’m an eighteen-year-old girl learning how to tell stories thousands of miles away from anything I’ve ever known. But I’ll keep you updated.

Love,

Stephanie