The Age Old Question

I’ve been on the West coast for nearly a month now. Clearly it is still the honeymoon phase, yet I find my family asking the entertainment industry’s age old question: what’s it going to be, New York or LA? By the end of my internship here I will have lived in both wondrous yet drastically different cities for ~3 months and it will come time for me to pick. 

LA has the weather, New York has the bagels. As food and climate are the only things that matter to me, I was torn! 

Until something interesting happened today. I talked to my older brother who let me in on the fact that his wife’s family has a very nice NY apartment in their name with a spot opening up. Jess (my brother’s wife) reserved said spot for me. So…the point I’m making is…upon graduation I have an apartment in New York City. Clearly the only thing missing here is a job. But hey, I can get a job anywhere! This has been proved by my new, yet oddly perfect job, a weekend children’s party princess. Yeah, you heard right…this weekend I will be a fairy, next weekend I will be The Little Mermaid. Jealous? 

All the moving I have done in the past few years has taught me that I am completely adaptable and I clearly do not fear change as bad as the average human being. I can’t say that has always been a true Irena-quality, but it certainly is now. 

So now I am trying to dig deep into my soul to figure out where I want to start my career and I keep coming up blank. The East coast has family but the West coast has unchartered territory. 

I know no one can help me with this decision and that I am lucky to have such freedom. I have no anchors tied to these legs! Yet when it comes to real-life decisions I could really use someone spotting me from below, making sure I don’t fly totally off the radar. Nice metaphor, right?