A New York Minute
A New York minute lasts approximately 36 seconds as far as I can tell.
I have been going at a break neck pace since I arrived in this fair city, and there simply aren't enough hours in the day. For example, I have always NEEDED 8 hours of sleep. If I don't get that, I have to play catch up at some point to ensure that my body is still properly rested. Since I have arrived in NY I haven't slept 8 hours ONE SINGLE NIGHT. Somehow I am still functioning.
Why so little sleep? Because I have to get up ridiculously early to commute from Brooklyn to an audition/PA gig/bruncheon with a friend. Then I spend my whole day dashing uptown and downtown, running errands and auditioning. Finally I get home in the evening, cook dinner, have a glass (or 3) of wine, watch a movie to unwind, and go to bed midnight at the earliest. I'm exhausted just thinking about it!
And it doesn't stop! Because on Monday I finally get to move into my amazingly uber cool apartment, which needs to be painted, cleaned, unpacked, and kitted out with furniture. It also needs some electrical work, a new stove top, a shower rod, and a bunch of other housey things that I cannot control. Ack! I know it's going to be a good 2 weeks before it even begins to feel settled down and anything like my "home."
So that's what's going on. This is my crazy New York life. It is exhausting and stressful and so so so busy. Which of course means I am blissed out on life people!
I am so happy here. I constantly have to remind myself that yes, that is the Empire States building, yes that is the Manhattan skyline, yes I DO LIVE HERE. Yes, you can audition for Broadway. Yes, you can have amazing pizza for $1.50. What's that? You say you fancy chinese food at 3am? Done. You need to get ahold of an obscure play, the Drama bookstore on 40th and 7th will have it. It's New York and it's better than ever.
My New York minute is up. I've got to prepare myself for my next dash into this madcap concrete jungle!
I have been going at a break neck pace since I arrived in this fair city, and there simply aren't enough hours in the day. For example, I have always NEEDED 8 hours of sleep. If I don't get that, I have to play catch up at some point to ensure that my body is still properly rested. Since I have arrived in NY I haven't slept 8 hours ONE SINGLE NIGHT. Somehow I am still functioning.
Why so little sleep? Because I have to get up ridiculously early to commute from Brooklyn to an audition/PA gig/bruncheon with a friend. Then I spend my whole day dashing uptown and downtown, running errands and auditioning. Finally I get home in the evening, cook dinner, have a glass (or 3) of wine, watch a movie to unwind, and go to bed midnight at the earliest. I'm exhausted just thinking about it!
And it doesn't stop! Because on Monday I finally get to move into my amazingly uber cool apartment, which needs to be painted, cleaned, unpacked, and kitted out with furniture. It also needs some electrical work, a new stove top, a shower rod, and a bunch of other housey things that I cannot control. Ack! I know it's going to be a good 2 weeks before it even begins to feel settled down and anything like my "home."
So that's what's going on. This is my crazy New York life. It is exhausting and stressful and so so so busy. Which of course means I am blissed out on life people!
I am so happy here. I constantly have to remind myself that yes, that is the Empire States building, yes that is the Manhattan skyline, yes I DO LIVE HERE. Yes, you can audition for Broadway. Yes, you can have amazing pizza for $1.50. What's that? You say you fancy chinese food at 3am? Done. You need to get ahold of an obscure play, the Drama bookstore on 40th and 7th will have it. It's New York and it's better than ever.
My New York minute is up. I've got to prepare myself for my next dash into this madcap concrete jungle!