Lately, there's been a lot of treading water.
Let's expand that metaphor, and make it even more convoluted and complex:
A bunch of shipwreck survivors are scraping out a living on an island. They all know that once in a while, a boat passes by, but it can't be seen from the island, and there's no good way to predict when it'll arrive. Sometimes the people on the boat are nice, and they'll rescue anyone they find in the ocean. Sometimes they won't. Or sometimes they'll let you on board for a bit and then throw you back in the ocean.
So you prepare - you build a raft, practice swimming along shore, stock up on coconuts and parrot meat. Many of those around you have decided to make the best of things on the island, and their life looks pretty good in comparison to your scrabbling. You have a few friends who have caught a boat - messages in bottles occasionally wash up, and you have other friends who are also preparing to try.
A few times a week you swim out to sea and back, never really expecting a boat, but also too stubborn to give up. Then one day, there it is. Big-ass boat, out on the horizon. And there's a person on the deck waving a flag and yelling to you.
You shout back to your spouse on the beach, who loads all your stuff on the raft and kicks it out to meet you. Together you kick further out into the ocean, to the point where it'd be really tough to make it back. That person out on the boat is lowering a ladder and a rowboat, but it's going to be a while - and you still don't know exactly what kind of boat it's going to turn out to be.
Still with me?
A couple weeks ago (seriously? it's only been two and a half weeks?) I accepted a job offer from Universal Studios Japan, and Kitten & I started uprooting our lives to make it happen. We're fitting in a move to Los Angeles before my contract starts, which entails all kind of stress and complexity. The whole thing is occurring on this weird, drawn-out timeline where we know there are lots of things that NEED to be done, but there's not much we CAN do yet.
Kitten's heading to LA to look for apartments at the end of the month, but we can't really prep yet - nothing for an end-of-February move is being listed yet. We're semi-started packing and clearing out things that aren't worth moving, but there's still 2 months of living here to do. We can't really look for acting work in a serious way, beyond the occasional 1-2 day short term, last minute stuff that comes up.
So, we're out on the raft, treading water for now. We're hoping this boat means great things. It's going to be a tough trip, either way.
In the meantime, we're swinging back and forth between desperately wanting to hang out with all our favorite people, and just wanting to curl up and watch Farscape on Netflix (if you want to watch Farscape with us, it's win-win). Please put up with us if we're weirder than usual for a while.
