Let's do a little recap. Life inventory, if you will. Will you? You don't have to. You can close the window now. I don't mind *
*I mind. Stay, please?
I was supposed to move from New York to LA in August. And then in September. And then mid-September. Then end of September. Then early October. Then mid-October. And now, end of October. Am I ever leaving? Yes. Are my friends starting to think I'm the girl who cried "move" and do they no longer care that I'm leaving? Probably. Am I getting irritable and antsy? Yes. Do I just want to go? Yes. Am I saving some money? Yes.
I have another stand up show. This Thursday. I'm not above pimping my real life on my blog, so leave a comment if you're in NYC and want to come see some kick ass comedy Thursday at 9 pm in the East Village (the other guys are supposed to be kick ass, I'll be mediocre, at best).
I have a cold and thus can't exercise, and thus ate a milkshake. Life is really just one big downward spiral after another.
And just to get serious for a second, I want to take a moment to recognize the cheesy year I've had. Since last September I've really been through a lot of changes and I think they might be noteworthy, if only to feel a little bit better about myself during a period of stasis (read: I'm scared to start anything else here on this coast). So, in brief:
Last August, while in Hawaii on a family vacation I decided that my life was unsatisfying and that I needed to grow up. I flew back to New York, started writing a play (now in limbo), and decided I needed to go on real dates, not just bat my eyelashes at the guy across the bar and try to catch his eye between Jameson shots. So I tried it out. I went on a lot of bad dates and a few good ones. Dated a guy I thought I liked for a few months, until I realized that I liked the idea better. Started drinking less. And then I started running more. And then I started losing weight. Entered into something that would turn into the pretty successful relationship that I've still got going. I ran a half marathon. And then I quit my job. And then I started this blog. I bought a camera and learned how to take pictures (sort of). I started writing again, for fun, for the first time in years. And then I finally started performing stand up. And now I'm moving across the country. And I feel okay about it.
For some reason reflecting on the year at the end of September makes sense to me...since these changes started last September, I guess. I don't know, somewhere between the Jewish New Year and the standard calendar New Year lies my New Year. Allo.