I made this blog almost 2 weeks ago and am finally writing. I guess I was intimidated to attempt to put into words the overwhelming amount of emotions and changes I have experienced the last couple of months. Then I realized, no one is reading this and this so gives a eff ay?
“So what brings you to chicago? A job?… Going to school here?”
“You’re from Florida, why the hell did you move here!?”
“You have friends and family here don’t you?”
No people, I don’t know anyone, I don’t hve a real job or a real plan. I left the beautiful weather in Florida bc well, Florida has nothing to offer and bores the shit out of me. Why is it so hard for people to grasp that I just wanted to move to a cool place and then figure all the rest out over time? So I just tell them I moved here to do improv, which yes, I do want to do that and I am passionate about it but it’s not like I moved here to do improv and become famous. I simply want to have it as one of my hobbies and if something becomes of it well that would be fantastic. But telling people the truth, that I had a weird feeling that I was meant to be here even before I came to visit and that I followed that feeling here, doesn’t make sense to most.
I can remember one christmas like 4 years ago being at my grandparents house in fort lauderdale teling my family, “I think i’d really like chicgo, i dont know why i just have a feeling id love it there”. I didnt know anyone at all there, and no one I knew had even spoken about it before. My sister went to Noter Dame and had been there with friends and told me “yeah it’s a cool place, big city but clean” that is all I really remember about that conversation.
Jump forward to last summer, I lived in NYC while interning with a production company. I fell in love with the city and was set on moving there after I finished my last semester that fall back in Florida. I couldn’t get chicago out of my mind though, something kept telling me I had to see it. But I didnt know anyone there and NY made more sense now- I had my sister in NY and now a group of friends I had made over the summer not to mention the hookup from my internship that I slaved 30+hrs/week for free for and the comfort of knowing the city. I had a life in NY waiting for me and wasn’t afraid to move there.
During my last semester I found myself looking up how much it would be to take classes at secod city in chicago after I graduated and before I moved to NY in March when my lease was up in Tampa- affordable? yes, but living in Chicago for 8 weeks to complete the classes in the dead of winter with no where to stay, not so doable. Then I remembered a boy.
