Waltz (Better Than Fine)

A couple people have asked me why I want to move to L.A. and aside from the more obvious reasons (it's warm, it has famous people, everyone is gay), I couldn't quite put my finger on why I wanted to go. I mean, I knew why, but it was one of those feelings that is completely indescribable although instantly recognizable.

Until today.

Just imagine this: You wake up one morning, look around, go to work, come back home and think, "this is good enough." You wake up the next morning, look around, go to work, come back home, and think, "this is good enough." You repeat this again and again and again until you wake up one morning, look around, go to work, come back home and think, "This isn't good enough. I want more."

Maybe that sounds selfish or greedy or narcissistic, but all I've been able to think about lately is that if I stay in Montreal, I'll never do anything. I mean, of course I'll do something, but I won't be doing what I want to do. I just want to do something big and important, and if that's selfish and bitchy, then maybe I'm okay with that. There are some parts of Montreal I'll be upset to have to let go, like my family, who I will miss terribly, but when it comes to everything else, is it so wrong to want more out of my own life than mediocrity?

I'd be lying if I said there weren't other reasons too. It's time I get a fresh start here, time I start taking control of my career, time I start trying to get my life back together after Clyde...And there's one more reason. I won't say what (or who) it is, but it's a reason I wish I could say wasn't as important as it actually is. All I can say is, I'll be happy to finally be rid of it.

That's it for now. Come tomorrow, I'll be heading to the consulate so that I can get my life to a place where I won't wake up everyday wanting more. If I want to define my life in two words, I don't want them to be "Good enough"; I want them to be "Even better."

Californication

Ever wake up and realize that if you don't make a big move soon, you're going to be stuck in the same place doing the same thing until the day you die? Well, I might have had one of those days. I've been letting it bubble over in my mind for a while now, but it's finally occurred to me that I have no future in Montreal and that it's time that I move to the place that has been the subject of about 40% of all Red Hot Chili Pepper songs:

California.

Specifically, Los Angeles.

I'll miss Montreal and everyone here, of course, but more time I spend here, the more I'm convinced that I'll never do much of anything here. And quite frankly, I am far too young to be having existential moments about the rest of my life. Seriously, at this age I'm supposed to be drinking too much, and eating junk food and not worrying about my future (or lack thereof) in my current environment.

Anyway, I might need a little help here: If anyone knows anything about all the hoops I have to jump through in order to properly immigrate, or they have tips on moving from the north-east to the south-west, or if they know anything about Los Angeles I should know about, or if you'd be willing to help me apartment search or even put me up until I have one, that would be great. Sooooooo...Help me please!