It’s been a long time since I’ve had the urge to write. Maybe it’s the snow storm or how freaking cold it is outside. Maybe it’s because in a few days, I’m leaving NY for a while. Maybe because some idiot I went on a few dates with texted me last night saying that I was lazy because I haven’t written or come out with a new Kelly and Lindsey Episode in a while. Yes, you got me. I’m lazy. So after I worked outside in 15 degree weather in the aftermath of a “Blizzard”, then worked out at the gym, I had planned to come home and work out a little more. But I keep thinking about this douche calling me lazy, so I decided to write instead. In a way, he’s right. I’ve been lazy when it comes to writing on Big City Siren, which don’t forget I started because I thought my ex-boyfriend was an idiot. So here I am, years later, sitting on a new couch, but still writing because some idiot I’ve made out with inspired me to do so. What does this say about me? I am not sure. (BTW: When you go out with a girl a few times, and you are invited back to her place for the first time for a little make out session, you don’t go from zero to anal is .03 seconds. I don’t know if that’s how they do things in Ireland, but that isn’t how we do it here, honey. Aren’t you glad you texted? How’s the gigging going?)
This is a post I’ve been putting off for a while. Dropping hints here and there about a move across the country to LA. I guess I’ve been in complete denial about the move, and I still don’t really have a solid plan. I truly hope to be a back and forth person between LA and NYC. I love NY. I am not ready to leave, and that’s why I am doing it. If I don’t pick up and leave for a while, I’m never going to and the reality is, I’ve been unhappy for a while now and it’s time for a Lindsey adventure. I’ve been stuck. Stuck in the same routines, stuck when it comes to men, my social life, and I know I’m ready for a change. I don’t love LA but it makes the most sense, and I am hoping maybe I will love it. Or at least make myself love it. So I have a one way ticket and I’m bringing my dog.
I have had a lot of success in New York. I’ve written a few shows and somehow got people to not only see them, but to buy tickets to them. The New York Times took me mini golfing and wrote about my comedy. I found a job that let me travel and live a comfortable life in NYC. I’ve done thousands of Gossip Girl and Sex and the City tours. I’ve become great friends with my deli guys. I produced a five-episode web series. I met my life partner, Kelly and created an empire that will continue. (Yes, she is coming too. She’s is right behind me). I have fallen in love a few times. One of those times was really really good...swoon. I found an awesome apartment that I will NEVER get rid of. I have the most amazing neighbors who are seriously family. I found Cafe Forant, my place where everyone knows my name. I’ve made some friends who have really kept me together after all these years. I bonded with my sister, as adults and I don’t think I am just the annoying little sister anymore (I am totally still the annoying little sister). I feel like in some ways, I made NY my bitch, and in other ways, it made me NY’s bitch.
NYC, I’ll be back. Maybe in a month, six months, a year, or five. Who knows. But you are the best/worse city in the world and you have my heart.
* The picture attached is my family at the best restaurant in New York. Go there.