Moving to Boston is really real.

As I sit here in the middle of my last shift working for Clear Channel Baltimore, the night after my last shift for Clear Channel DC, two days after my last shift at #theotherjob, my move to Boston has become real. And it terrifies me. This is really going to happen. I'm moving to a city 400 miles away from where I grew up. A city 400 miles away from my start in the entertainment business. A city 400 miles away from every person I know, grew up with, hung out with, and work with. Every person who has ever seen me perform or entertain.

Will this be it? What I've been searching for my entire life? The city that will take my career to the next level? Will the word "someday" be replaced with "now" when people talk to me about my job? "Someday someone will reward your hard work." "Someday you'll be understood." "Someday people will congratulate you on your 'success.'" What is success? Money? Fame? Notoriety? Not to me. Paying my bills doing the job I love to do, entertain. I'm a long way from having a career as a "stand-up comedian."

I have always wanted to do stand-up. I started taking it seriously over a year ago because I needed that creative outlet that radio wasn't providing me. Will that go away when I get to Boston? We'll see. Part of the reason I chose Boston was because of it's rich history for comedy. I want to pursue both my radio career and comedy in Boston. I want to go to work and feel challenged and accomplishment at the end of the day; while not having to work a menial second job that requires me to wear a name-tag. Urg! That's my idea of success.

I have always said "If you do what you love, you have never worked a day in your life." Well I'm tired of working, I don't want to do it anymore. It's not that I don't want to work hard, I just don't want to work hard doing something that isn't what I want to do. I don't want to be one of those people that goes to work and finds his life outside of it. I want to do the work that I love doing. I don't know if that's what is going to happen in Boston, I just know it's not working out for me here in Baltimore.

It's not that I'm unhappy here, it's not like there aren't opportunities here. They're just not any helpful ones. I'd like to use the cliche "At some point you have to spread your wings and fly." but it's too, cliche? Sappy? Stupid? Yes, stupid. So I'll quote my boss Mick Lee when I told him I was leaving, "Sometimes you have to stick your head out in traffic, even if it gets knocked off." I think that was supposed to be encouraging. Anyway, he's right. I can continue to stay here and take to small steps up a very shallow inclined ramp or take the big steps to where I'm going in life.

And Boston is a big step! It can be the catalysis to start a chain reaction of events that bring me to where I want to be in life. Or it can be a complete failure and I'll end up living on the streets begging for change. Anything is possible, and that's scary. It terrifies me. And maybe that's how I know I'm making the right choice. If it were easy, it wouldn't be worth it.

Sorry that this post wasn't ery funny. Or if you did laugh, than screw you! When the android apocalypse happens don't come to me for looking for protection from the robot overlords in my armored bunker! Because I will give you no such sanctuary.