It's been decided and it's been put into effect.
I'm moving.
To Los Angeles.
The movers today took all of our furniture and so I'm sitting in a bare apartment. I'm hunched in a corner typing on a milk crate, sitting on the floor. So, it's really hit me: I'm moving.
We didn't make this decision lightly, but, we didn't make it with our heads. Certainly the idea of quitting a job that was pretty good, working with people that I liked, meeting astounding people (I'm looking at you Edward Albee), leaving a place I like to live for...well, let's just say, we have a good feeling about it.
We're moving to Los Angeles because I want to write for TV. And that's just insane.
Now, I think I'm talented, I have some friends, I have a manager, but to chuck a job, a home aside for an incredibly tough field to get into? That's the insane part.
Like I said, we didn't think we our heads, but with our passions.
I'm passionate about writing, I'm passionate about creating, and so...
We're moving.
(PS: I promise to do a better job at blogging. It should be a pretty exciting summer... We're driving across the country, moving and making a six week trip to India and Singapore, all in the next three months. So, it should be good.)
(PPS: Now, this isn't to say I'm no longer interested in writing plays... I still am. I just think, it's time for me to move on to a new city, a new life... Though, I'll miss New York.)
(PPPS: I'll miss New York, except for Times Square.)
