I may now live in North Jersey, but I put in my time living in Queens and Jersey City (which we considered a borough of Manhattan- I mean seriously, it is) for seven years. I have also worked/trained/performed in NYC since my dad started taking me to auditions when I was ten. Back then, I had the right to be terrified of NYC. It was the mid-90’s, and no one wanted to spend a lot of time lounging in the delightful place it was then. At that age, Manhattan was about large pushy crowds, walking much farther than I thought my little legs could carry me, intimidating auditions, and tunnels that kind of smelled like pee. Going into work with my dad was always fun, and yes, I did love acting, but if these two things could have been outside of Manhattan, I wouldn’t have been heartbroken.
Another twelve years passed and the time finally arrived- I had to move to NYC. I have always been an actor, and since the energy of LA will never be my style, I knew this was my destiny. I started an internship with a wonderful company in 2010, and eased my way into the NYC life by commuting from home for several months. Then in September, I had take the leap. I found roommates on Craigslist, put a deposit down on an apartment (more cash than I have ever handed over in my life up until that point) and settled into Astoria on September 1st.
I have to say, I was very lucky during my transition. I had two part-time jobs going in (the internship and at Crumbs Bake Shop), and a fantastic boyfriend who lived exactly 11 blocks from my apartment, who had lived in NY for many years. If it wasn’t for Ben, I would have shuttered myself in from the noise within a week. Thus began my love/hate relationship with my time in NYC.