Today the final piece of my life was delivered back to me. After packing up my life to move to San Francisco it has arrived back at my doorstep in Vancouver. My stuff made a round trip pretty much from Vancouver, to SF then back again without ever being unpacked. I've gone without about 85% of my personal belongings since July. Whatever didn't fit in a suitcase and carry on has now been returned. I've been thinking about this day with excitement for a while and now that it's here I feel anxious. My apartment is scattered with boxes. I have to unpack. Again. I am swinging between the excitement of picking up working on my own art (including my short!!!!) and the paralyzing fear that once again, I am unemployed.
This industry can be a dream come true and a nightmare. I'm so thankful for the amazing support that I constantly feel from my friends and family. Nobody has ever told me they don't believe in me, and I think thats why I am always able to believe in myself. Even now, under the weight of my fears.... I think I can still make this work.
So.
Time to rehang the hooks I took down. Put together the desk I took apart. Refill the drawers I emptied.
And put the luggage AWAY.
YAY!
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