Stalled

Go to D.C., get an apartment, get a job, start going to auditions, break into the theatre scene, get some professional credits on the old resume, go to New York/Grad School, be a professional actor. That's the plan. It's been very difficult to get it started, for a number of reasons. For example: it's goddamned hard to find a place in a major city, especially when you want to live in a particular neighborhood and pay a particular amount of money (Adams Morgan and less than $700 a month, respectively). Then when you do find a place, you can't even be sure of getting it, since leasing companies are either full of shit, or incompetent, or both. I don't have enough experience to know which of those descriptions is most aptly suited to the people that rented the apartment that I thought I'd gotten (in Adams Morgan, for $625 a month) to someone else after I should have had it.

Back to square one... living off savings and parental largesse in a college town whose streets look more pointless with each foot of them that I drive. That sensation isn't dulled by the fact that almost all of my friends here are Cornell students. We just spent the last five days drunk out of our minds, while I waited to get the official word on when I'd be moving in to my new place. Oops. Am I that dude now?

I don't want to be that dude. You know that dude. He hangs around the town where he went to school just a little bit too long, hitting on girls from college, going to college parties, drinking too much, waiting until he figures out that one bit of the meaning of life that's eluded him before he'll do anything that would actually help him figure it out. That dude's just lazy. And if I stay here much longer, I'll be him whether I like it or not.

Just hang on a few more weeks. Keep your head in the game, Dr. Chuck.