Sunday, December 8, 2013

Home For The Holidays

Life continues. I'm working at LUSH for the holidays and hoping to score a job in grant land with my aunt at Metro. Job shopping has been difficult. I don't want to take a job just to have a job right now. I'm in a comfortable place where I can search for a good fit and taking advantage of it. (Though I've also put up a ton of Christmas decorations for my parents. Can I add elf to my resume?)
It's weird to talk to fellow actor friends, especially ones out of New York. Being "home for the holidays" has really made it clear I made the right decision. I was here through the latest wave of surgeries (back surgery for my dad and skin cancer removal for my grandad. Grandad now has a Mike Tyson style bite out of his ear.) I got to decorate my 90 year old grandfather's apartment for Christmas (he slept through it and then asked for more white bread to dip in his milk, but I got a few smiles out of him). I was able to eat Thanksgiving with my family complete with slight hangover from wine and monopoly the night before and committ to the Christmas Eve and Christmas dinners. My family is important to me and it took  losing a good chunk of it for me to realize it.
Lots of my friends in New York still ask me when I'm coming back. I don't think I am.
If my family was close, sure I would think hard about it and probably would. But when my uncle and godfather was dying, I had  6 hour plane ride and then more the 5 hours in a car to go visit him. It was two days there to spend an afternoon with him and then two days back. I missed his funeral cause I couldn't take a week off for it.
Besides my family, there are def some pluses to living out of New York. I love my dog. There is so much more space. Tamales and margaritas. And Mardi Gras!
If I was married to someone who made good money, I could sporadically teach, dance with a company, work with local theaters without having a real 9 to 5. I've worked lots of women and men who do in both NY and Houston. But I'm not and I want to be able to support myself. Just me, myself, and I. And in a grander style than living paycheck to paycheck. (Though I'm not buying Minnie fancy Blue Buffalo dog food again no matter how much I make. Those farts were deadly!)

Going on a blind date this week, thanks to one of my mom's friends. Nice Catholic boy in a stable job. my mother is ecstatic. My mom and her friends all seem to want to set me up with their sons,their friends, or their coworkers siblings, or anyone else they can find.