Four years ago, I posted an entry on livejournal (talk about a throwback) about where I wanted to visit/live…
Miami (of course)
I’ve wanted to go to school here for as long as I can remember.
The west coast is responsible for Snoop, Sublime, and most of the major motion…
^ Reblogging this from March 2010 (I wrote the original Livejournal post in ‘06).
“It’s hard to say where I’ll end up in reality, but hey… maybe four years from now, I’ll be in NY, reminiscing about this entry on another blog (or whatever’s big by then) and wondering where to go next. Or not. Who knows?”
Weird shit. Now that I’m in New York, I’m thinking about my next move, and I am 95% sure it’s Cali. I absolutely love my job, but after 2 summers here, I can’t imagine staying in the city much longer.
I don’t remember how or why it occurred to me, but a couple weeks ago, I just had the sudden urge/need to go to the West Coast. It immediately reminded me of something my screenwriting professor said first semester senior year.
He was talking about how he became a writer. I don’t remember his exact words, but something along the lines of “one day, I just had this NEED to leave. I knew I had to go to California. I left with $20 in my pocket.” He had been in NY when he came to this realization, too. I remember listening, wondering if I’d ever feel that way. My whole life, I’ve loved the East Coast. I’ve always wanted to visit California, but never really wanted to settle down there.
It’s hard to say how long I’d want to stay if I went sometime soon. But for the past few weeks, I haven’t been able to get it out of my head.
Something else my professor said during that same talk stuck with me:
“There’s a moment at which you just go, ‘fuck it.’ Just trust. Just go.”