Last night, I had the first of what I can only assume will be a few meltdowns before my departure.
I'm preparing for my moving sale on Saturday, and last night involved taking everything off my walls and taking down my many pictures. I walked around my apartment slowly plucking my life apart, piece by piece.
I was overcome with a wave of panic and doubt, in which I called my best friend wailing "OhmygodwhatamIdoingwhyamIdoingthis??" to which she simply replied, "Well... why ARE you doing this?" This obviously forced me to put on my big girl panties and think logically. I am going to pull myself out of this professional rut. I am going to do what I've dreamed of doing in the city where my industry is most fertile. I am trusting in blind faith.
It's hard to look at my content Santa Barbara life and watch it come undone. It's scary. I've definitely built myself a life in a happy little bubble and it probably seems crazy to walk away from it. But, at the advice of others, I am envisioning what it will be like to rehang all of my pictures on a brand new wall in Brooklyn.
Official countdown: 20 Days
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