...asked the nice lady who essentially helped me and my 100 lbs of luggage jump the turnstile in the subway. We set off an alarm- but let me back up...
It's exactly a week since I returned to LA from Sydney, and I'm back on the road for Phase 2 of The Point: "Everything I've always wanted to do..."
This last week all I could do was inwardly bitch and outwardly sigh loudly about being in LA. There are a million reasons why, but writing the previous sentence all but spelled it out. LA isn't what I want to do, it's what I have to do: bills, rent, repairs, driving, health insurance, blah, blah, blah... I'm aware that the whole world has to deal with all of this, everywhere, all the time; but for the moment I'm content to run away from responsibility, having just left a job where I ate, slept, peed, pooped, shaved, texted, drove, fed, jumping-jacked, etc responsibility 24/7. So run away, I have... to New York!
Okay, Brooklyn.
As I've written before, I'm here to write- in the grand sense, but also literal, as I sit here in my new bedroom in Williamsburg. I'm here to write, but I'm also fulfilling another prong of "everything I've always wanted to do."
I first visited NYC just under 4 years ago -Thanksgiving 2008 - but I had wanted to live here for years before, for no good reason other than I just wanted to. It was intense love at first sight that first trip and each trip since. And living in New York became an active dream- when the time was right, when I had the money, when my boss got a movie here, when I sold a script, when I could stop making excuses for why I couldn't do what I wanted. Now is that time.
I'm not here for nearly as long as I would prefer- holidays are taking me back to LA and then back to Texas after that, but as my genius mother likes to remind me: "You never know, anything can happen if you're open to it."
I'm open to it.
(And that's such a nice note to end on, screw anything else I was going to say. I'm here, and I'm happy.)
It's exactly a week since I returned to LA from Sydney, and I'm back on the road for Phase 2 of The Point: "Everything I've always wanted to do..."
This last week all I could do was inwardly bitch and outwardly sigh loudly about being in LA. There are a million reasons why, but writing the previous sentence all but spelled it out. LA isn't what I want to do, it's what I have to do: bills, rent, repairs, driving, health insurance, blah, blah, blah... I'm aware that the whole world has to deal with all of this, everywhere, all the time; but for the moment I'm content to run away from responsibility, having just left a job where I ate, slept, peed, pooped, shaved, texted, drove, fed, jumping-jacked, etc responsibility 24/7. So run away, I have... to New York!
Okay, Brooklyn.
As I've written before, I'm here to write- in the grand sense, but also literal, as I sit here in my new bedroom in Williamsburg. I'm here to write, but I'm also fulfilling another prong of "everything I've always wanted to do."
I first visited NYC just under 4 years ago -Thanksgiving 2008 - but I had wanted to live here for years before, for no good reason other than I just wanted to. It was intense love at first sight that first trip and each trip since. And living in New York became an active dream- when the time was right, when I had the money, when my boss got a movie here, when I sold a script, when I could stop making excuses for why I couldn't do what I wanted. Now is that time.
I'm not here for nearly as long as I would prefer- holidays are taking me back to LA and then back to Texas after that, but as my genius mother likes to remind me: "You never know, anything can happen if you're open to it."
I'm open to it.
(And that's such a nice note to end on, screw anything else I was going to say. I'm here, and I'm happy.)
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| bonus!! new roomie, Blue |
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| yay! |
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