Daily Routine

I've gone ahead and made the decision to move out to San Francisco. Made the decision to the point where I am already starting to take care of logistics things... making those plans and checklists in my head and thinking about what I will have with me when I graduate. I don't expect fantastic success out here, but I expect a genesis for my acting career that will hopefully propel me in to something more.

I am taken aback at the amount of drive I have discovered that I always have had. It has never registered to me how opportunistic I am if I have to be. I say that also because even with what I've managed to do this summer, I still feel like I have only put about 33% of effort into starting my career. My excuse is college, and its a good one. But, if I may say so, kids my age aren't taking these chances yet. Of all the friends I have made here in the city (including those in the field I want to persue) I am still the youngest, and I feel somewhat proud and boastful about it (but not too much, I hope. I never want to get complacent or let my ego get out of hand. Ever. Atleast if I can help it.)

I want to drive to California from the east coast. Just take the 1991 Ford Taurus that I hope my grandmother will let me buy from her, and just go to SF and start a lease on a room with a friend of mine. It is totally possible, I know good neighborhoods here that aren't outrageously priced (they are still expensive for VA, and NC standards but its CA so whatever) and are in good locations.

I got my first paycheck last week; pretty thrilling, I get them every Thursday and it is quite a bit of money. Much more than I have ever been used to. I opened a new bank account (Wachovia isn't in SF) and with that account came a free savings account; I plan to capitalize on that Savings Account so I can have money that stays in the city, inaccessible from my freely spending fingertips.

Days are just going by, now. There are days where nothing happens, and days where I have rediculous amounts of fun. I also have days of great productivity, and on all of those days I become more and more sure that I want to live here, atleast to start out. But I desperately miss friends from home. Starting from scratch when it comes to friendships can be tough; I've come to realize that I let people in slowly (partly in fear of overwhelming them, partly in defense of myself) and I am not very aggressive in spending time with them. That worries me slightly--that I refrain from offering to do things with my new friends in hopes that they invite me to something, but I think part of me just doesn't want to annoy them, or something... I don't want to come across (or be) clingy and needy. Or whatever. I guess it's a comfort thing.

Anyway, life is awesome out here. I think the house im living in has mold that is drastically affecting my respiratory system. Im coughing up phlegm constantly, and as a singer I HATE that. But, wow, two months have passed. Im flying back home on the 15th of August, and it is closer than it feels! Here's looking towards that.