A Continuation of Thought

City-wise, Boston, LA, and New York are ok, but Nashville would be a pretty cool place to live. Lots of music to experience and I feel like there would be enough going on to hold my interest. A city that has all four seasons, and not too much winter or summer. Besides, I need something to redeem Tennessee for me. Although…. Living so close to Berklee has made me realize how much I suck at singing. However, the opportunity to experience great music outshines my insecurities with my own voice.

I don’t really want to work in a restaurant anymore. I want to get back on trck with my acting, or do something else. I’d like to be on crew for a touring band. Not crew for a touring theater though. I think being that close to the acting but not actually on stage would be too difficult. Watching the same show night after night is different than acting the same show night after night. At least with bands they mix things up and do different sets. It’s just one of those things I’d like to experience.

The only good thing about working in a restaurant is that it’s something I can do anywhere. As long as I dress nice for the interview and have experience, it’s pretty easy to get a job at a restaurant if they are hiring. I’m not a heathen, I know how to speak in public, and I have a willingness to learn and help. I can be sure that wherever I go, I can have at least some kind of income. But it’s not the work I want to be doing.

Seems to be the career of the common traveler. I do eventually want to volunteer somewhere over seas. That will come. I feel like it is something that will present itself to me when the time is right. My problem right now is not being able to network myself. I also feel like I am holding myself back.

I’ve hopped a plane to Ohio a couple time and now I’m living the closest I’ve ever been to Europe. It would be just as easy to hop a plane to London and explore. I really should.

I need to get out of restaurants for a while and probably out of Boston before too long. Restaurants are causing me to lose my faith in humanity. I see more rude, disrespectful and stupid people who have a high tendency towards irritability and a collective inability to follow directions. I doubt these people are actually as dumb and crass as they act in the restaurant, but they certainly make me question the good in people. I think Boston, New York, and New England in general, make people hard. Or at least it’s extended winter does… (unless they smoke pot on a regular basis) I can’t wait for the weather and people to warm up. I still think I’ll have to get out of here before I get too hard.

I also don’t ever move anywhere with the intent of living there too long. I think that even when I get my first house, it will just be my home base: the place I always come back to after traveling. That’s kind of what I want until I tire of exploring. I know I want a home, but I don’t want that to mean that I am stuck there. I think two years is my max. Just long enough to get comfortable, know my way around, know some people, and some hole-in-the-wall places, yet still leave myself with things to discover each time I visit. So, with each visit I become more confident with the places and have fewer reservations about seeing more. (It’s kind of the same idea of as a modest dresser: "leave something for the imagination".

I’ve heard people talking about living here and working in this same place for over six years. That is terrifying to me. If I’m only working in restaurants, I can’t stay in the same one for six years! It would be such a waste of my life. While I have my youth, I shouldn’t take it for granted. Six months at the Cracker Barrel was too long.

I could only stay in one place for longer if I had some real reason to stay. If I had good acting work or if I was seriously dating someone, then I could stay and would probably be ok with it even happy about it. That’s essentially the only reason I leave places: There is nothing keeping me there. I really have no reason to stay.


CLOSING THOUGHT: Whisper words of wisdom