Did I mention I’m moving to New York City? I’m long overdue to write a blog and, at this point, there’s so much to say I’m not sure where to begin. So, I’ll begin with New York.
I couldn’t go through with Carnegie Mellon. I couldn’t stomach the idea of all that debt and I wasn’t sure I’d turn out any better on the other side because of it. I made it as far as flying out there and putting a deposit on an apartment near campus (a deposit which was refunded to me) but I couldn’t sign on the dotted line. Thank god.
Instead, I gently pushed the job prospect in Brooklyn until the look in his eye said he was totally into me (in a professional, artistic sense, of course) and he formally offered me the job. The job being a second assistant, or associate, in a very small international performing arts presenting and producing organization called ArKtype. The final, but still very loosely defined offer, is 5-6 hours/day, five days/week, somewhere between 10 am and 6 pm. Tommy, the man I’ll be working for and with, has promised I’ll learn everything here that I possibly could at grad school, and I more or less believe him. I’ll be sorting out the logistics of touring shows (hotels, airfare and processing paperwork for visas, which I’m oddly excited about) and will probably even do some scouting and evaluating of new work.
I’m not sure yet how much of my monthly living expenses this job is going to be able to meet, but I know I’m going to need a second means of revenue. I don’t begrudge nannying like I used to, and, as much as I’d like to end up in a box office a couple evenings during the week, I imagine I’ll end up back playing with babies. And that’s ok.
As if starting this new job (which I’ll do just after Labor Day) and moving to New York wasn’t enough on my plate, I’m also in the early (read: terrifyingly overwhelming and confusing) stages of founding my own theatre company that will present international artists similar to the way ArKtype does, and producing its inaugural production.
“Evet” means “Yes” in Turkish, and EVET Arts Presents is something I’ve been hatching since Dekeyser & Friends sent me to Turkey and encouraged me to follow my dreams. Appropriately enough, a 5,000 Euro no-interest loan awarded to me by Dekeyser & Friends is what’s getting this behemoth off the ground. I’ve had my proposal for EVET’s inaugural production accepted by Kickstarter, a crowd-funding site on the web, and I’m working to put a video together that will accurately describe the project and seduce enough strangers to donate that I can insure no financial harm to myself by taking the D&F loan. The video in itself is an undertaking and I’m lucky to have friends who are helping me with it, and others that are willing to hold my hand as I walk through this very confusing and intimidating process. (Lots more) details on EVET and its state of funding to come in future months.
The last bit of seismic-shift-in-the-functioning-of-my-life news is that I’m formally dating someone. And he’s in Chicago. And I’m very happy.
Rudi and I met last November and went on a large handful of dates before I decided that, as much fun as I had with him, there was something missing. He graciously agreed that it was possible to remain friends (lots of guys are in it on their terms, and if they can’t have you that way, they don’t want any part of you at all) and we stayed in touch over the following months while I was in Boston and then Turkey. When I returned from Turkey in June, it was Rudi who put me in touch with Jonathan Miller of ArtsEmerson, who, in turn, gave me the name of Tommy Kriegsmann in New York City. We hit the bar after my meeting with Jonathan to celebrate a step in the right direction and that put us back in touch. This past summer we saw more and more of each other until I realized that whatever was missing last fall, was there now.
Rudi is beginning his MBA at Northwestern this fall, and will be there for the next two years. He has a number of very close friends in New York City and Boston, including his sister in Manhattan, all of whom I’ve met a number of times and I now consider close acquaintances, if not actual friends, in my new home. He’s masterful at making connections like that, and is a loyal friend, so I think that our goal of seeing each other once a month is going to work out. I don’t know how long distance is going to work otherwise, or if I’ll have the stomach for it in the end, but I care about Rudi (and feel cared about by him) enough that I’m willing to take this shot. I may or may not email him the link to this blog. I’m not sure if he reads Hannah In Motion.
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