THE WALL

Well, my darlings, here I am, sitting on one continent while you're all the way over on another. This little thread connecting us is so incredibly thin, isn't it? It's not made of wires or anything yucky like that; it’s something much, much more delicate. It’s in our hearts, way, way deep down, where a whole different kind of life happens. You're out there wandering through… well, I imagine it’s a place with deserts and canyons, maybe even some super-tall cities where the clouds try to grab onto the rooftops.

And me? I'm right here, and winter is coming. The very first snowflakes are twirling around outside my window right now. They're like little memory-makers, whispering about all the holiday fun and presents I'm looking forward to.

I’ve been thinking a lot about whether this whole thing is good or not-so-good. On one hand, you followed your dream, and that takes so much courage. It’s the kind of bravery that deserves a big, shiny medal. You just never know what surprise potholes might pop up on the road ahead of you. But on the other hand… we just really miss you. Those rare little messages you send are like a holiday party for us, each one a special treat. We’re all hoping so, so hard that everything works out perfectly for you. We want that for you more than anything. And, of course, we want to see you more often, up on the big screen, in really, really good movies.

Stephie