Post 1: Missing

There is something missing. I have yet to figure out what or whom it might be, but something is missing. So I have decided to go back to the beginning. It's a cliche, I know that, but it's the truth. I feel that in order to figure out the problem I must start at the root. For me California is actually not the beginning, most people reading this will not know me, and that is what I wish, therefore I feel I must explain.  I was raised in Cali from the time I was five-years-old, but up until then I lived with my single mother in Taiwan. I remember the small streets and the tiny shops on Sunday afternoons. But most of all I remember the stories my mother would tell me about her work, the extravagant clothes and all the different people she was. None of this mattered to me really, I accepted the fact that my mother had left me, and I thought I was OK. Which is why I can't figure out why it is I feel that something is wrong, missing. I figured that maybe if I went back, maybe if I could find her and see that she's alright it'd ease my mind and I could continue on with my life. It's going to be a difficult process though, I cannot let my parents find out. If they knew that I'm going in search of my birth mom I'm sure it'd crush them. But I guess this is a bit long for a post... so I'll get to my point. I'm going to find my mother in Taiwan, just to see from a far. Since her stories about her performances are my only memory of her, I'm going to do it through acting.


~Faye