A couple days before

It hasn't really hit yet. You know. That I'm moving to New York. Yeah. New York. I remember laying in bed when I was a student in high school wondering if this would ever happen. I would worry about silly things- things any high schooler shouldn't worry about: would I be able to have a family and work on Broadway? Would I be able to perform in a great physical show up to 9 (even more?) times a week? Would I be able to live off of an actor's measley wages? Could I possibly leave my family? Would they resent me for living so far away? (I know, ridiculous.) Would I be a good aunt to my nieces and nephews- never seeing them, sending them bday cards with money in them? You who know me know I analyze and worry, but I must admit even I think those questions were a little extreme. The thing is, I'm not sure if I've answered those questions, or if my desire to do this just overtakes and erases any doubt I might have had. Maybe I now know to not worry about those things. If it's meant to be, it will just happen. Well. It's happening. Granted, I'm still in Texas and I still have to pack all my shoes, but the ball is rolling. I'm not scared yet. Possibly because I remember my old high school self and realize that fear doesn't add into this equation. It doesn't help, and let's face it- my mother has enough for the both of us.

So here I am, 1.5 days to go. The goodbyes have started, and honestly I'm not even going to begin saying goodbye to certain people. It would just be too much right now. Plus, I know deep down I'll see them again. If I don't, then I've misunderstood those relationships this whole time.

I'll post pics of NY and my adventures. For some reason I have this urge to take a picture with a platform wearing drag queen. I think that's kind of what I imagine when I think of NY people. Maybe it's because of Angel in Rent. Who knows? Anyways, you all will hopefully be seeing everything if you keep up with me.

You don't know what you can do until you try, right? Here we go.

Love love.
Em