Once When I Was

I’m heading out west.  Back to where I started from.  When I moved to New York sixteen years ago I said I was on a 5 year plan.  I came here with the dream of being a film director.  I wanted to move to LA but it seemed easier if I stayed on the east coast because I have more family on this side of the country.  Plus we could get rid of our cars and hell, for so many other reasons, a few being that I was dreaming to live in NYC since I first heard Run-DMC, LL, Afrika Bambaataa and of course, The Beastie Boys as I ran around South Florida as a little graffiti girl with the older boys. 

But I digress, 5 year plan.  In my 20-something mind it seemed logical that I would be ready to go to LA to work in film in 5 years.  Well, by year 3 having already been to LA to work in the movie biz I decided no, thank you very much, I am no way in hell ready to leave NYC.  I was just getting started.  By year 5, I was flat out saying, I would neverevereverever leave New York and especially not for LA. 

Here is where I stop to eat my words.  Excuse me while I chew and swallow. 

Now it’s 2012 and I am heading out west.  Not as a film director, that life plan changed after enough movie set experience and a stumble into the wardrobe department.  I go as a fashion stylist.  A career I never knew existed growing up but which I was inadvertently studying my whole life.