Wanderlust

I am absolutely ready to move to New York, I can feel the city thrumming in my veins, the energy flowing through me as I move through the masses of people rushing around to get where they are going.

It’s going to make me miss London like nothing else ever has. I fell in love with that city. From Buckingham to the Eye to Parliament to the Underground, my entire being often screams to go back to London.

But I know it won’t stop with London. My list of countries to visit is ever growing. I love he cultures, the people, the food, the languages. I want to go back to France, to revisit Ireland. I want to stand on the coast of Scotland, kiss the Blarney stone in Ireland, eat pasta in Italy, swim in Spain (where the rain falls mainly on the plain.) I want to breathe in the air of Germany, come home with a tan from Egypt. There are even places here in the United States I year to lay my eyes on. The Grand Canyon, Niagra Falls, the Golden Gate bridge. I refuse to die without writing ‘Viva Las Vegas’ on my car window as I make a trip to the city of sin itself.

And the above list barely begins to cover it. Sweden, Romania, Poland, Australia, New Zealand, Belgium, and back to Canada. 

I cannot begin to fathom how a person settles in a place and doesn’t leave. At least not for short trips. I’ve been taking out-of-country trips ever couple of years since I was in the ninth grade (and am currently a super, super senior in college). I get that itch that drives me up the wall and I begin to feel claustrophobic, begging to travel.

If I had the money and time I would just travel everywhere in the US I wanted via car (because hello Route 66).

Wanderlust, it’s got me wrapped around it’s finger, promising airy skies and open roads ahead.

Life is hard when you’re broke.

I’ve been away for a while, dealing with the stresses of life.

I have three days left at my job and no idea how I am paying for my schooling. I am waiting on my FAFSA to go through, but I need loans, and apparently no one wants to give money to someone without a cosigner.

Which I get. With the recession, tons of banks lost money when people defaulted on their loans. But for people like me, people who want to get their education, people that strive to work hard and can’t get help from their family, it sucks.

Apparently the only loans I can get have a 200% interest rate (and this is no joke). I am struggling. I am stressed, and depressed. 

Life is hard, I’ve always known that. I’ve been through bullying, the loss of loved ones, but now I feel like I’m going to have to give up on my dreams and it hurts.

 

A Day in the Life…

I realised I failed in doing the Daily Prompt for the 6th of August. Between work and trying to get funding for school and packing to move, I’m surprised I remember my own name.

I work six days this week, that’s twice as many as last week and I’m starting to regret it. It’s not the job, or the people I work with really, it’s the customers. I know, I know, never talk bad about the customers. But when you stand there and have a grown woman throw a temper tantrum in front of your very eyes over something so trivial you wouldn’t even think twice if it had been reversed, you wonder how you’re supposed to make it through the day.

I am thankful though, for the job. It helps pay the bills, and trust me, with the Film Academy looming over my head, the bills are stacking up.

So here goes for another day at work, six hours out of the twenty four in a day being eaten up by me standing there wishing I could be at home writing or reading or doing anything really than slicing meat and serving fried chicken.

Daily Prompt: Ballerina Fireman Astronaut Movie Star | Reality

I’ve been singing in front of people since I was about three years old. I would put on performances, change lyrics to songs and sing them my own way. I always loved performing, still do. While my friends wanted to be vets, doctors, lawyers, and one air conditioner, I wanted to b a singer. I’d imagine myself standing on stage, singing my little heart out, fans singing and dancing along. I imagined moving people with my music, someone telling my that a song saved their life, much like my own story when I became a teenager. I still haven’t gotten the chance to thank Darren Criss for that.

Where am I now? A college student that is a super, super senior, no degree to her name because I couldn’t settle on something. But then an amazing thing happened.

I went in for an audition with a talent group called Actors, Models, and Talent for Christ. I made it in, went through their program and just recently finished in their industry showcase called SHINE. While there, I received a talent-based scholarship to the New York Film Academy.

I’m a Musical Theatre & Film/TV Conservatory student about to move to New York.

So yeah, my dreams are starting to become reality. I have the drive, I’m honing my craft. So watch out, I might just be on your TV one day.Image

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Daily Prompt: Anachronism | The Black Sheep

For me, feeling out of place is nothing new. For years I have been the black sheep of the family. I’ve taken too long getting my degree, I read too much, talk too little. And now, now I’m moving to New York to pursue my love for acting.

So when this year’s family reunion rolled around, I was settling into a sense of dread. Already I had been told I was stupid for pursuing this field of work, that I was too overweight to take dance classes, all from relatives that barely know who I am anymore.

To say I felt out of place in a building filled with people that shared the same genetics with me is an understatement. I wore a yellow dress and sat with my young cousins that were about the only people that I could stand. I Skyped on my phone with friends from other states and countries that understood who I was better than any of the people around me.

In my family, I am an anachronism.

Daily Prompt: Back to the Future

The Door to Adventure

I’m a traveller. At least, I love travelling, but being a college student in a tiny town, that doesn’t leave much to travel on.
I’ve been to Canada, France, Ireland, and England. My list of places to visit is a much longer one.
I used to want to live in England, still do in fact. I loved London, loved the city so much that I wanted to stay and never look back.
That’s part of why I think I’m moving to New York City. Yes, yes, I’m attending the Film Academy, but it’s more than that. For so many years, twenty-three to be exact, I have live in a tiny town in Virginia, feeling like I am stuck here, never being able to move forward. But now I am.
I have the chance to recreate myself, to be the person I’ve always wanted to be. To be a different, happier, me. There are things of course that I could never change, would never want to change. I will always love Star Trek, and cry over X-Men:First Class. Pride and Prejudice will always fight with The Hobbit over being my favourite book. Benedict Cumberbatch will forever be my favourite Sherlock. I’ll always own too many books and not enough bookshelves. Those things are what I have gladly allowed to shape me, and I will never be sorry for those things.
But moving to a different city where no one may know my name? It’s freeing. There I can be an aspiring actress/writer, working on her first novel as she works her bum off to get to where she wants to be. Heck, maybe I’ll find writing to be my niche and end up doing that.
Because honestly, that’s where the travelling comes in. I can’t write about a girl who met her best friend in Spain if I’ve never been. I can’t capture the awe of the Colosseum if I’ve never been dwarfed by it.
Travelling opens up the door to adventure, and honey, I grab adventure by the horns.