so i'm starting over in new york city.
this time, i'm not relying on chemicals to keep me happy and social and numb.
this time, it's a little grittier and a little scarier and a lot more real.
this time, i'm confronting my insecurities and confusions rather than smiling through them.
and this time, i'm feeling truly happy and excited to be here.
i have a great job at a darling, independent cafe that keeps me well-fed and in the black and able to save up a smidge of cash. (don't forget to tip your counter-person, people. yes, that 50 cents makes all the difference.)
i have an amazing apartment and great housemates.
i have an internship at the SITI Company, where once a week i consolidate excel spreadsheets for anne bogart, my personal theater directing hero. (also, i do things like label chuck mee's mailslot and bring scripts to broadway stars' backstage doors and upper westside apartments.)
i have clear, realizable plans to spend the summer in edinburgh, scotland at the international theater fringe festival.
and i have a contented heart, a quieted mind, a close network of friends, new and old, and, basically, everything i need..
life is sweet, once you stop to notice it.
(x-posted in
artistathena)