Excited. Terrified. Excitified!
The first thing that happens after you meet someone new, let's say at an artsy loft party, or at some bar filled with shrieking drunkards, after the awkward repetition of names and during the obligatory sweaty handshake, is the categorization: "So. What do you do?" Or perhaps, the equally generic, "Where are you from?"
Let's pretend we're shaking hands, and smiling sloppily at one another. Aaaand let's be classy and pretend we're at a gallery opening in Chelsea. I say, "I'm an actor. I'm from New York." Scratch that. "I'm from LA!" Okay so, that's technically a lie. On October 2nd, I will officially be living in Los Angeles. Living is an overstatement as well, as I don't have an apartment yet. Or a job. I have a car. That's a start, right? The truth is, I've never been to a gallery opening in Chelsea, but I have been to lots of lofts and lots of bars, and I have lived in New York for the past six years. And now...now I'm moving West! Huzzah!
To continue this fun introductory, I grew up in King of Prussia, Pennsylvania, and I came to New York to go to the larger-than-life Tisch School of the Arts at NYU, and I never, ever, never thought I would ever move to LA. I love snow. I love rain. I love seasons in general. New England is great. The MTA is my buddy. When I was a child, I subsisted on Cheerios, apple juice, and dreams of Broadway. Now, as an adult, or something resembling one, I find that my goals are still in essence simple: to support myself solely through acting. In theory, easy peasy.
Meh, forget that. Even in theory it's a complicated, mean little task that makes you feel like one of those little dogs who poop on the sidewalk and then some primitive urge tells them to bury it, but try as their little nails might, that's cement you're scratching at little puppy, and you're just one sad, sad little dog pushing against a big city. Regardless, it's my chosen profession! Now is the time for adventure! After six years I found myself burnt out on New York, and wanting to change something and then realizing I have nothing holding me back from trying something totally new and who the heck knows? Maybe I'll love LA. Maybe I'm secretly a westerner trapped in a pale Pennsylvanian's body, dying for palm trees and the PCH. Sure, I was raised and trained for the theater, but most of the work I've gotten in the past year and half has been in film & TV, and that's exciting. This move away from all my family and friends is truly exciting! And so freaking scary I am going to throw up. Just kidding! What kind of introduction would that be?! A gross one.
Well, I'm off to continue packing up my life into some boxes (I have cut down my total boxes of books from 4 to 1. I'm so sad to leave all my Harry Potters behind. For now.) and finish putting David Sedaris on my ipod, because, hot dog, I'm driving across the country on Friday! Oh my god, I'm driving across the country on FRIDAY. Here goes...