So I'm moving to New York City in 9 days. It has been, and continues to be quite the crazy process but this post isn't about that in particular.
I've known that I was going to move this fall since the beginning of 2012. It was time to experience a new place and put my degree to use at a big theatre. I never really put a name or title on it. And as the decision to go to New York City came out, it stayed that way. It was always something I wanted to do but wasn't sure that it would really happen.
At the end of the summer when the wheels really started to get turning on the moving process, a friend of mine started using the words "your dream" in terms of the move. It sounded a little strange to me at first. My dream. For some reason I had never used those words. The more often he said it, the more I realized that it was. Moving to New York City had always been a dream of mine. Living in the Big Apple, in a tiny apartment, riding subways, and doing theatre.
Most of the things that I've done throughout my life were fairly spur of the moment accomplishments. Things I had never really seen myself doing that, once they happened, I loved and never regretted. They weren't things that I thought about doing for years. This is. I've always said that I wanted to live in NYC for 5 years or so. Now that's about to happen.
I can't help but feel that it's all so surreal but not for the fact that I'm moving. I moved across the country for college without ever visiting Florida. Moving itself is not surreal. Fulfilling a life long dream is surreal.
So I'm glad that I have a friend who, even though he didn't know it, helped me recognize my dream. And I can't wait to start this crazy adventure that's ahead of me. It's frightening and exciting all at the same time and no matter how it goes, in the end, I'll have a really great story to tell.
