Time for a Change #OperationSmallMoves

Gettin‘ Gone

Squares.
So, I’ve finally decided to move out of Minnesota.  I’ve been talking about it for years –like literally YEARS – since high school to be exact. I never knew where,  I never knew when. I just always knew Minnesota wasn’t the place for me.

For a long time I thought  grad school was going to be my way out, but obviously that plan fell through. Left without many options,  I allowed myself to lose hope for a moment.  But what started out as a joke between me and a friend about just running away, actually got my mind thinking about the possibility and what steps had to be taken to make the idea more feasible.

Sacrifice.

That’s what it comes down to. I have to sacrifice now in order to get where I want to be in the future.

So, you may be wondering where I’m heading?

Well, I stumbled across this really dope website (which I can’t find anymore for some reason) that helps you determine where you should relocate based on your wants and needs. You have to answer questions relating to climate, population, school district, amenities (arts, nearness to water, nature, etc.), public transportation, etc., all on a scale from 1 to 10 based on their respective importance to YOU. 
Dope, I say. Dope.

Minneapolis Smh
Anywho, outside of needing to be in a larger, faster moving city, there were only three attributes that were absolutely vital for my new home.

Coming from MinneSNOWta, I knew right off the back, that climate was the most important thing on my list of wants and needs. Not only do I hate snow more than I hate babies being punched in the face, but I   hate COLD – teeth chattering, knee knocking, tear freezing cold –more than I hate babies being punched in the face with brass knuckles.  Add to the equation the fact that I probably suffer from a slight case of SAD – Seasonal Affective Disorder i.e. Seasonal Depression – and you’ve got yourself a man who’s about ready to jump off a cliff every fuggin winter.

I also knew I wanted to be by the ocean. I love water. And can probably thank MN for that considering we have lakes up the ass. I want to learn how to surf, I want to jog on the beach, I want to see bad bitches in bikinis on a regular basis – I want all of that.

Lastly, I call myself an artist. Though I do many things, I’m most interested in becoming a filmmaker. 
It’s what I went to school for and what I wanted to go to grad school for. I’m also interested in acting. So . . .

Hmm . . . warm weather, bad bitches, water, movies . . . hmm. . . where could that be?

You guessed it, Los Angeles: the city of dreams.

By summer 2013, I should be living in some crappy apartment in one of the most unforgiving cities our nation has to offer. And I’m fucking bubbling with excitement. BUTTTT I can’t get ahead of myself. There are steps that need to be taken to ensure this move actually happens.

Sacrifice.

Save! Save! Save!

That’s the first plan. I’m trying to save upwards of 10,000 dollars before I leave. That should be enough to pay my rent for a while and keep me afloat while I look for a job and such. Which means in the meantime, I’m obligated to be the brokest man walking. Bills and food. Those are the only two places my money’s gonna to be going. Fun’s only to be had if it’s free.

Next, I have to continue to go hard with the projects I currently have in the works . Completing my web series would look great on my resume, as would my book, which I plan to convert into a screenplay. I also have to keep blogging, expanding my web presence, and making a name for myself i.e. branding. It’s amazing how far you can go if you brand yourself correctly.

Aside from saving and staying active, I just have to plan. Research. Do all the legwork necessary to ensure this transition is made smoothly. Job and apartment hunt online, determined which area I want to live in, network, all that fun stuff. Being as prepared as possible will prove invaluable once things are in motion.

Sacrifice.

This has to happen. I turn 25 this October. Since graduating from college, I’ve been living like Bill Murray in Groundhog Day. It’s time for a change. If all else fails . . . at least I tried. 
If you’re in a similar situation, perhaps you found this post helpful. If not, *shrugs* I think this post was more so for me.

Wish me luck,
MicRNS

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