thewildcard
I'm in this for the ice cream.
New York City?? Get a rope.
meSo. I've been "kinda quiet"; as in "silent since before I moved." I like to blog alone, and lately my only e-mail access has been at my new job. There is wireless in my building, but it hasn't been working very well, until NOW, because I bought a handy-dandy antenna for my iBook. Now it's working. . .okay. Not great, but at least I can do a little late night blogging. Actually, I'm not really sure the antenna has made any improvement whatsoever. Thanks $100.
I moved to NYC December 1st. I went back home from the 20th-28th, during which time I got LASIK and now, from -8.0 contacts am seeing 20/20 thank you very much, and now officially live here, one-way ticket and the whole shebang. Yay!
. . .Right? Well, this morning I wasn't sure. I was verge-of-tears homesick on my 8AM walk to work. I kept thinking about the perfectly good career I left behind in Minneapolis. I turned down the lead in a musical with a small company. I would have been up for some roles that could help me get my equity card, which I had originally intended to do before moving here. I miss my friends. A lot. I used to go out nearly every night when I wasn't in rehearsal and still never get to everybody. I have a million acquaintances, but few real friends here. I have nowhere to throw a party here.
I know, I know. Give it time. I spent all morning reminding myself that success in Minneapolis, though fabulous, has never been my dream. I reminded myself that connections, not union cards, will get me work. I reminded myself I left that city in a perfectly returnable way; I could continue friendships and a career there if I decided to move back in a year or so.
I don't think I will move back in a year or so. Knock on wood. I never expected moving to be easy, especially once the emotions started to catch up (now), and I think what I really need most is to start auditioning.
I'm currently in the longest stretch of not being in a show that I've had in around five years. I'd love to say it's restful, but it's definitely not. I moved, I'm getting used to my new job, and not being in a show makes me feel awful. Time to fix this.
I live in a fifth floor walk-up, and I thought that would help me stay in shape, but no. Once I get up here I stay for the night and eat cookies, rather than going out and living. And the difficulty getting online has really stunted my productivity. That's not right. My sublet ends in March and I'll definitely be rethinking the walk-up thing.
In happy news: a show I had a main part in last fall made the Top Ten of 2005 for the Twin Cities in a major newspaper! I feel like a stah.
Not really. [sigh]
I moved to NYC December 1st. I went back home from the 20th-28th, during which time I got LASIK and now, from -8.0 contacts am seeing 20/20 thank you very much, and now officially live here, one-way ticket and the whole shebang. Yay!
. . .Right? Well, this morning I wasn't sure. I was verge-of-tears homesick on my 8AM walk to work. I kept thinking about the perfectly good career I left behind in Minneapolis. I turned down the lead in a musical with a small company. I would have been up for some roles that could help me get my equity card, which I had originally intended to do before moving here. I miss my friends. A lot. I used to go out nearly every night when I wasn't in rehearsal and still never get to everybody. I have a million acquaintances, but few real friends here. I have nowhere to throw a party here.
I know, I know. Give it time. I spent all morning reminding myself that success in Minneapolis, though fabulous, has never been my dream. I reminded myself that connections, not union cards, will get me work. I reminded myself I left that city in a perfectly returnable way; I could continue friendships and a career there if I decided to move back in a year or so.
I don't think I will move back in a year or so. Knock on wood. I never expected moving to be easy, especially once the emotions started to catch up (now), and I think what I really need most is to start auditioning.
I'm currently in the longest stretch of not being in a show that I've had in around five years. I'd love to say it's restful, but it's definitely not. I moved, I'm getting used to my new job, and not being in a show makes me feel awful. Time to fix this.
I live in a fifth floor walk-up, and I thought that would help me stay in shape, but no. Once I get up here I stay for the night and eat cookies, rather than going out and living. And the difficulty getting online has really stunted my productivity. That's not right. My sublet ends in March and I'll definitely be rethinking the walk-up thing.
In happy news: a show I had a main part in last fall made the Top Ten of 2005 for the Twin Cities in a major newspaper! I feel like a stah.
Not really. [sigh]
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