Always Starting Over

The first time.  After numerous threats to start a blog I am finally taking the plunge.  I have always had a slight fear of commitment so I will let this be my first grown up committed relationship.  Me and my blog.  So here goes:

In February of 1997, I was living in an art gallery in Tribeca.  My friend Laura and I worked there by day and slept there at night.  Our neighbors were Robert DeNiro and John F. Kennedy Jr.  We lived right next door to Nobu and above a Korean deli.  There were floor to ceiling windows and we would gaze out them all day long waiting for the phone to ring so we could see some art.  We talked about boys and our dreams and got through most of the day eating only a bagel with cream cheese.  Oh we were broke too.  Living in the most expensive neighborhood in NYC.  If you could make it there you could make it anywhere.  My boots had holes in the bottom from walking everywhere and my socks would often get wet from the melted snow. I had a closet full of Chanel clothes in storage and an entire Armani men's wardrobe.  Hand me downs from a father I never knew.  My life was always divided in two.  Fabulous and searching.  I always wanted more.  Not material things.  More meaning.
One day we saw JFK Jr. walking down the street.  It was snowing and he was with his then girlfriend soon to be wife Carolyn.  She was tall and beautiful and he, well, there are no words.  He was my prince growing up, after all I am a Massachusetts girl.  Anyway, they were walking down the street and he had on a long grey wool coat and black knit hat.  She had on black leggings and a flimsy ski jacket, her long blonde locks strewn about by the wind.  Laura and myself could not take our eyes off of them and then all of the sudden JFK Jr. opens his coat and pulls her close under it.  It was the most romantic gesture I had every seen in person.  I couldn't believe it.  My boyfriend never treated me that way.  It was time for a change.
I plotted my getaway plan.  I would move to sunny California.  I always wanted to be an actress and I would make a quick jaunt to Los Angeles to try my luck during pilot season.
A month later, my bags were packed, and I was waiting for a town car to bring me to the airport.  I sat on hapless boyfriends lap for an hour and cried my eyes out.  Not because I was going to miss him, because I was starting over.  Alone.  In a strange place.  From scratch.
Almost fourteen years later, I'm still here.  The ups and downs have been epic.  I've worked professionally as an actress, worked with Oscar winners and befriended movies stars.  I've made the best of friends and lost friends and met crazy people and fake people. I could go on and on.  Oh yeah, that's what the next blog post will be about.  Titled the "Crazies".
Until then, I'm starting over once again.  Alone.  In a strange place. From scratch.