To start, let me give you a tiny background of myself - I'm a 27 year old woman from Massachusetts. I moved to New York for college and decided that I never wanted to leave. The problem was, nine years later I resented everything about New York. I resented the traffic, the neighbors, the lack of parking spots. I hated almost everything about being there except for my wonderful boyfriend and our two fur babies.
Originally the problem with moving to and working in New York was that I went to college for Dance, and don't get me wrong, it was the most amazing four years I could have asked for. Now that I've graduated and begun looking for auditions or even desk jobs within the dance realm, I found it extremely difficult to be involved in that environment. I had spent my whole high school and college career dancing and photographing my friends & other dancers, and I wanted to continue following my two passions - dance & photography.
I finally found a job in the entertainment field, working for CBS News doing payroll for the union employees. When I was offered the position, I was so excited for my awesome new life to begin. I thought it was going to be a whirlwind of meeting celebrities, checking out the newest television technology, and seeing how some of my favorite shows were made. And although a lot of the position was doing those things, it was also one of the most boring jobs I've ever held. After being there for about three months I came to the realization that the department that I worked in was where artists go to die. Everyone in the department had gone to college for an art form, dance, theater, photography, you name it. They all gave up their dreams of art for a demure desk life.
The day that I had that realization was the day I decided to follow my dreams.