a mediocre dreamer

People have often said that Californians who survive in the East Coast were never true Californians to begin with. The truth is, I have never really felt 'true' anything for quite some time. I guess you can say I have never stayed in one place long enough to find out, which explains why I can so easily uproot myself and move on to yet another city and yet another life. This time though things have not been as simple. It is my last night in the city and I still find myself torn and, consequently, confused.

Some things to note about my last eventful day in le big apple:
Waiting amongst an apparently early-rising, relentless NYC crowd of people for Shakespeare in the Park tickets. My acting debut in the Public Theater's abridged performance of 365 Days/365 Plays. Dinner and gelato with the ladies. Romeo, and a whole lot of Juliet. Drinks and so longs at Evelyn Lounge.

I have always been adamantly against settling in LA. Whether or not that, by default, means I am meant for life on the East Coast remains undetermined but I most definitely am not ready to let go just yet.

So with that I say, À bientôt folks. I'll be back before you (and I) know it.