A turning point in life.

I haven't posted for a couple weeks, but that's o.k. They are two weeks that I would love to forget ever happened. They also happen to be a testament to how quickly life changes.

When I got back into Boston, Emma and I decided to break up. Is it fair to make this decision sound mutual, when it was she that had her mind made up? Maybe not, but it was a while coming, and there's no doubt that both of us felt a bit trapped. No more about that--I'm sick to death of talking about it.

So since then, I tied up (as best I could) my loose ends in Boston. I quit Starbucks there, I told my internship I would be moving, and then made a spontaneous decision to head to NY and crash at my sister's place for as long as she'll have me.

That's where I am. Broke and jobless. Out of school. Loveless. Starting anew.

It's nerve-wracking for sure, but it's also kind of exciting. I get myself into quite a few ruts, I want to take this opportunity to better myself. I'm going to be more social for here on out. I'm not going to shy away from challenges and make excuses for myself in the same way I used to. Does this sound like a Lifetime channel drama yet?

In other news, I went to the Irish Repertory Theatre's "Aristocrats" last night. I really liked that--fantastic play. I'm using corny words like 'fantastic' all the time these days. Anyways, I especially liked John Keating as Casimir, but everyone was really good. I introduced myself to Charlotte Moore at intermission, and remembered her the time I interviewed her about "A Child's Christmas in Wales"--I really wish their theatre company well. You have to admire non-profit theatre in NYC.

I've interviewed for a couple of theatre internships. I should be hearing back early this coming week. We shall see, indeed.

DMV again, Emigrant

I spent most of today writing for Irish Emigrant. I wrote an article on soprano Emma Kate Tobia and her album “Aisling na nGael” (An Irish Dream).

Writing, when it’s not for fun, takes me forever for some reason. It’s my word choice, I’m so picky about the way I phrase things. It took me a few hours to write this piece and it was only like 450 words--though today it was partly because it took me a long time to translate the names of some of the Irish songs on the album.

When I got up I went by the DMV again. This trip took maybe 15 minutes whole. They treat you like royalty there when you have an appointment, it was amazing.

“Ah, you have an appointment? Pardon me, I didn’t realize! (Brushing off the lint on my jacket and fixing my collar) Right this way, sir!”

New license pictures are always fun. This one didn’t turn out that bad. I was kind of hoping they would just reprint my license with the picture from when I was 15--I’ve long wanted to get to the point where people don’t believe it’s me anymore.

Then there’s that signature pad where you sign your name and it gets printed on your license. I hope nobody actually references a person’s license to verify their signature because no matter what you write on that thing your name always seems to take the shape of the Andes mountain range.

Tonight I’ll be doing some work for my mom, then tomorrow maybe hanging out with my friend Andrew. We shall see.