Did My Momma Raise a Fool?
Dear Diary,
What would you do if you got a call about a six-week shoot in Guatemala, starting in three weeks, and your passport is expired?
The backstory:
- Oct. 2005: I pack up a small suitcase and put my belongings in storage (in Seattle) to work in New York for a month.
- Nov. 2005: I arrive in LA and couch surf for two weeks until my stuff arrives.
- Dec. 2005: I move into an apartment with my bitter ex-boyfriend, because we can't figure out where else to live. Live in tense squalor for four months because neither of us wants to finish unpacking or even clean up.
- Apr. 2006: I pack a small suitcase and go back to New York to work for two months; my stuff is in storage again because I'm going to move into a new apartment when I get back.
- June 2006: I come back to my new apartment, and have three days to sort my stuff out before starting on another feature. A short one with a so-so rate.
It feels really scary to turn down what may be sure work and be possibly faced with nothing. But to rush around to renew my passport, pack for the tropics (something I've never done), and brush up on my Spanish seems too much to do right now. I want a home to be centered around. But then you're only young once.... I guess the things that are making me hesitate are:
- The fact that I'm shy and my Spanish is rusty (will Guatemala be a macho place? Will my short hair, feminist beliefs and slow, foreign speech cause embarrassing moments? I'm easily embarrassed), and
- That I've recently made some friends here, for the first time in years really, and want to maximize hanging out time with new exciting people. And they can get me into ComiCon for free.
Argh. Whatever I choose, I hope I don't regret it.
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1 Comments:
A free trip to Comic Con is pretty compelling. In fact, as a homebody whose Spanish is limited to a tiny bit of kitchen slang, your reasons for staying all sound good.
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