Back to Blighty

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 I'm still here! I know it's been a while but luckily not much has happened. I did after finishing my trip (which was fantastic by the way) move back home where I got a job as a Summer Camp Counselor, of course expecting to apply for grad school that fall or at least have my life together by that point. However, that's not really how things paned out. I got stuck with a mountain full of bills and a job that didn't pay much (not the Summer Camp job, I ended up working at a Sears Portrait Studio for a bit). So I had to put that on hold for a while. I went back to my summer job eventually, and being surrounded by my friends/co-workers who had dreams to pursue grad programs in their fields of interest, it defiantly persuaded me to get off my butt and finally get some applications in (well, they did and I started listening to the Nerdist Podcast which basically said, if you want to do something, just go do it. Make the thing you want to make and keep pushing until you get to where you want to be). So I applied for schools who had programs for creative writing with a focus in broadcast medias as well as stage. One of these schools was the school that I have been keen to attend ever since I wanted to go to school in London when I was about 16-- of course then I wanted to be an actor only and had no idea that I would eventually want to write as well and want to pursue it with equal passion. So I applied to this dream school, thinking it was a long shot, I wasn't really anything special, or so I thought. Lo and behold they interviewed me and I was accepted to attend the Royal Central School of Speech and Drama and take part in their MFA Writing for Stage and Broadcast Media program(me).

So that's where we are. I leave on Wednesday for London, this time for at least a two year stint. I am both incredibly excited and extremely nervous for it all. I am moving 5,000 miles away for a pretty long time and not only that, this time I won't have my friends to hang out with. I am going to be pretty alone for probably the first time in my life. But.... I am moving to London! The one place that I have wanted to be since I was about 12 years old, the city I fell in love with four years ago and have been pining over every time I see something that reminds me of it. My heart hurt from reminiscing. But in two days, well really a day and a half, I will be making my way back. Back to my second home. Back where I left a bit of my heart. Back to Blighty.