In a New York state of mind

The decision has been made. Come mid-November I will be making the move to the mecca of theatre, New York City!! It just feels right at this point in my life. I'm only 25, not married, and willing to work my ass off and live on ramen noodles. What more of a sign does a gal need?! While I had been leaning  towards this decision for a while it wasn't a definite thing until my best friend said she was coming along too. Even though I have a ton of friends there at the moment it just feels better knowing that I'm not going alone.
Is it still a little scary? Oh heck yes. But I'm really excited for the challenge. I've never even visited there so I don't have a clue if I'm even going to like it or not, though everyone tells me I will. My mom is slowly coming to terms with the idea but I think she acts more okay than she really is to show her support. The rest of my family is doing the same. I think they've come to realize that I'm going to do what I have to do regardless, and this is something that I really feel that I need to do.
I don't want to wake up one morning, be 45, and realize that I never even gave it a shot. The way I see it, even if I'm over the whole thing in a week, I can at least say that I tried. I took the leap. And what a leap it will be.
The idea of the high rent and general cost of living on top of my school loans is the thing that gives me the most anxiety. I'm so nervous that I'll get there and even 2 jobs won't be enough to keep my afloat. The last thing I want to do is fall back into debt and have to move back home to dig myself out. It was humiliating and disappointing enough 2 years ago.
So that's that! It's official! And I couldn't be more thrilled. The closer I get to November and the more I say it out loud the more tangible it seems. I'm really doing this. Come hell or high water (NOT an Isaac reference) and I think I'm as ready as I'll ever be.