No new directions
It’s been a long few days. The last two were spent finally emptying out the Michigan Avenue apartment. It’s an odd feeling now. There were some incredible memories from that apartment. But there is always a time to move on, and to find a place to build new memories. It’s not California (yet?), but it’s Ballston (a neighborhood of Arlington) in Northern Virginia. We’ll see how things go here. It really depends how long I stay where I’m at, etc.
I want to push into film work. My boss wants to wait 2, 3, maybe 4 years. Well, I don’t want to wait. So I’m pursuing it anyway. And if I am able to market the job and land it and the company doesn’t want to take it? Como se dice “the NMD goes full time”. Werd up.
And now it’s the inauguration. And I have to go downtown to work. Damn loonies everywhere. Give me back my city. (damnit).