6.06.2012

Money, success, fame, glamour

I've been grappling (yes, "grappling," because this is of the UTMOST importance) with the decision to take an East Coast hiatus and venture to LA for a year or two. I'm a born and raised East Coast-er.. I mean, I've never lived anywhere that wasn't directly on the Atlantic. The geographical locations of my upbringing aside, it's a feat to make life altering decisions based on whims, or feelings, or things of that nature, but, my inherent individuality removes a large obstacle that could otherwise act as a crutch. A terrifying reality, not having ready-made excuses.

Those who want me to stay are viewing this as rash, impetuous, impromptu, and any other synonym for "impulsive" they can muster, because they think that I'm running from something. Not that they're so harsh as to use those exact words, but in so many, you get the gist of what they're trying to say. I don't view this decision (that I'm still technically grappling with) as impetuous, because if it were, I would have quit my job and sold all of my furniture and hauled ass out west. I'm not going to say that it's not, in the least, a tad rash, because there are a number of things that I'm not finished doing here that I'll be putting on hiatus for the moment. I'm always going to come back here. This is my home. But, I'm not in any capacity to settle down and start the rest of my life right now.

I have the need, means, and ability to act on [slight] impulse with regard to where I so choose to plant myself for any particular moment, or any other impulse I should choose to act on for that matter. This particular moment seems to be pulling due west and I'm at a loss as to why I shouldn't just follow it.

Hey, Hollywood. 


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