I like to be in America - West Side Story

Dearest World of the Internets,

I have a date next week - that's right, living up to Malcolm's expectations of people from Perth. That we all must settle down, else we're doing something wrong. 

It is true, here in little old Perth we are frowned upon when it is discovered that one is still single. 

It is like any small town I guess.

Being the middle child of my little family, it is expected that I will be the one who never leaves, and stay with my Mummsie and the pets till I grow old and die... yet ironically it is also expected that I will be the one to carry on the family genes, and raise the next lot of musical geniuses.
Thanks to being from a legacy family. I feel like I should be part of a sorority house. 

So, like always I'm torn. 

Many people believe that I do don't make decisions well. That is is difficult for me or that I don't really know what I want; and to a small part I guess they are a tiny bit right.

But they are also mainly wrong. 

I have this weird ability, I am able to think things through at a speed any Olympian would be aiming to beat - except maybe the walkers, but that is not a real sport, so I'm ok with that. 

I can already think of four different outcomes while others are still trying to analyse the question, what ever it may be. 

I'm also quite easy going. So what either seems like nonchalance or like I'm giving in, is me picking one of the options. 

As to why I am telling you this, I promise there is a reason. 

My ability was made quite evident, when recently I was asked to be a director for a cast devised pantomime of Snow White. 

I could fix problems, choreograph a dance routine to Single Ladies and fill in for missing cast members all within the same moment. I have the same ability when chatting to friends or answering what I want for lunch - if all options seem equally agreeable to me, well then - why not give the choosing of this decision to someone who cares more about it than I do. 

However, and here lies the rub. I need to go to New York. 

I don't have five different thoughts about that. It is one singular thought. 

What I do have a million thoughts about is leaving home, more so leaving my mum. Leaving the life I have here.

When I told people I was moving to Sydney I was told I was being brave, to leave everything behind. I wasn't brave at all. More so I was selfish. I was doing something for myself, and as a middle child, that hardly ever happens. 

As an actor, that happens all the time - told you torn.

But moving to New York. It is not so much as being brave, as much as letting go and being strong. 

Strong in what you believe in; yourself, your friends, family, your life. 

I pray that my mum will be ok when I leave.

Because I will leave. I will leave this small town, this country which asks its people the same questions every day, yet its never happy with the results. 

Mal left this country and all the best to him for being able to do it. But it is not the end. 

Without it ever really being talked about Mal and I knew that moving to New York was our dream. Together we have known the other wants it just as bad. 

So please, see this blog as a promise, possibly to each other, and to everyone that reads it.
That we will make it, New York is waiting for us.

And it better be ready when we finally arrive.

Baboons,
Meegz