Moving to Seattle - Pt. 1 [Fear fo the Unknown]
As I write this, I’m working at my job, at a small independent café in the middle of Queens, NY – no action thus far. Not exactly sure why. It’s not like there are vast amount of independent cafes in Queens, but I guess when people become entrapped by corporate chain coffee sellouts like Dunkin’ Donuts and Starbucks, its hard to let go of it.
I graduated from college one year ago with a BA in Media Studies, yet I work here not because I necessarily want to but because I’m attempting to pursue life as a musician/singer/songwriter. I guess it’s just a typical cliché. Starving artist working at a café to pursue his dream job career. Yea, that’s me.
Though while I attempt to pursue that dream, I’m also saving up for my eventual move to Seattle. With each paycheck, I set aside a small amount for a savings account that continues to grow inch by inch, week by week at which by some arbitrary point will eventually be used to fund my move.
Of course, I know that a move to the other side of the country is to wipe the slate clean of everything I’ve known for the last twenty-three years – friends, family, lifestyle, familiarity will change to unfamiliarity, uncertainty and fear of fucking things up [aka “fear of the unknown”]. Not exactly the most comforting of words.
I’ve lived in NYC for almost my whole life and while I’m in search for something more, it has become a place that I call home. A comfort zone, so to speak. But to leave the comforts of your home to pursue the unknown takes a lot of courage and I believe fear of the unknown tends to drive us to do awesome things.
Thus, for now I continue to save up and work toward what I believe to be true and real in my life – my passion for music and my yearning to live in the often beautiful and inspiring Pacific Northwest.