It All Starts Now...

Well, it all actually started a little over two years ago. May 27th, 2009 to be precise. That's when 'The American Bubble' began...

First, let me explain what I mean by 'The American Bubble'. It doesn't really mean anything. Well, nothing profound. But 'The American Dream' sounded so used, daggy and serious, so when I typed 'dream' into thesaurus.com the first word that came up was 'bubble'. So I went with that. But truthfully, this is just one more story about a girl who wanted to be something who had to go somewhere else to do that thing she wanted to do. But it's not really a story. It's my life.

Two years and four and a bit months later and what have you got? Someone just starting out.

The summary of those many months: We left Australia and arrived in New York City into the welcoming arms of my husband's cousins. For most people moving continents isn't so easy, but if you have a Jewish husband, chances are they will have a cousin or a family friend in your destination country who will take you in. The move was easy and hard - we knew we had somewhere to go and people to stay with so it didn't seem like such a big deal, but saying goodbye to people from home was hard. Who knew when we would be back? Were we moving for good? Who was I going to have coffee and talk about my week with? My husband doesn't even like coffee.

So we arrived and settled in, found an apartment and moved to Astoria, Queens on July 1st, 2009. That's where all the struggling artists live. Except, I don't like struggling so much, so the first thing I did was find myself a full time job. Yes. We come to America, the Land of Bubbles, and the first thing I do is get a full time job which will not allow me to take time off to audition. Did I mention I'm a singer/actress?

This is where I discuss my hopes and fears. They always say (I don't know who 'they' are) that if you can see yourself doing anything other than performing, then you should do that instead. That if you don't want it more than anything else then you wont make it. Well, I can see myself doing lots of things. That's the problem. In life, when you can, you do things that you like. And no-one likes losing, so we tend not to do things we're bad at. I'm bad at sports. That's why I'm lazy. But I like singing. And I like acting. And I like science. And working with people. And helping people. And money. And comfort. So, when we arrived and we didn't know how we were going to survive as two unemployed struggling artists, I got a job in a fertility centre, being all sciency and using the rational side of my brain. And we had money and health insurance. And I was happy doing that...mostly.

Cut forward a year and a half. Someone (me) turns 30. What the what? I'm 30, living in America, have a full time job, I'm married - wouldn't most people be having a baby or something now? I mean, I want a baby. But what about the singing thing? Did I give that up when I started making babies in dishes (in a working at a desk, not in the lab kind of way)? You can't have a baby, and then give up your job and start from scratch as a performer in New York City, can you? Maybe you can - but it didn't seem like the right order to do things in. So what did I do? I left a job that I loved - the first job that I've ever loved...

And here I am. Three and a half months later, I don't know how many auditions under my belt, some call backs, no roles.

But hey, I'm living my Bubble.