Bright Lights, Big City

After people found out I was a theatre major the next question would be, "so when are you moving to New York?" At the time this conversation happened the most I was planning to go to Chicago, a city with a rich non-profit theatre community. I would always have to explain why I never really felt New York was the place for me and why Chicago was a better fit. It's not that New York doesn't have a massive non-profit theatre community but it's not the same as a city that relies on non-profit groups for their theatre. I also really liked the idea of moving to Chicago- a place I've never been with few people I knew. It really would've been an awesome, probably difficult, adventure.

Needless to say, I never made it to The Windy City. And that's okay. I really do love Albany. Sometimes I wonder what-if, but it's never more than a what-else-would've-happened kind of way. But I'm surprising myself lately and kind of wishing I lived in New York. I don't know why. This is a totally new development. I don't know if it's that I would've made more tangible progress in my career or if it's something else. The culture, the weird sense of community, the accessibility of it? I don't know. But it's glittering lights are looking mighty purty.

Realistically speaking I'm sure I wouldn't like the reality of it. Yeah, we'd make more money but our cost of living would skyrocket and negate the increase. Whenever I'm there I get a little claustrophobic (granted I spend the most time in Manhattan. Brooklyn wasn't so bad.) There are so many people everywhere! I feel like I wouldn't be able to stop and smell the roses. Figuratively or literally. Yeah, my career would actually have a projection in NYC and I definitely envy that imaginary life. But I feel like even the most impatient New Yorker is more patient than Mike and I are. Maybe I should just go visit a friend for a long weekend. Let them show me around. Perhaps that's all I need to kill this wanderlust.