This post originally appeared on August 14th 2013. It was updated on September 8th 2015.
Flash back five years ago to the Summer of 2010. It was my first post-college summer and I’d spent it singing and dancing in a country music show at a well-known American theme park. I was living paycheck to paycheck (because of the shopping addiction I had in college that had left me with a lot of bad money habits and you know..copious amounts of credit card debt.) Still, I was able to make a full-time living and support myself by being an actor, and at the time, I was HIGH on the fact I was living out my dream.
..Until we got laid off before our contract ended and I had no backup plan or backup savings.
I was unable to get another job, so I had to move back into my parents house. I remember getting $122.00 each week in unemployment checks. After about 2 and a half months of being unable to find work, I called my best friend Jackie to cry to a listening ear.
She’d just taken her internship full time and was living the glamorous life in NYC.
“Why don’t you just move to New York? There are tons of jobs here.”
Addicted to Sex and the City re-runs, Moving to New York was something I’d dreamed about doing my entire life. Several of my college friends had departed for New York or L.A. immediately upon graduation. I didn’t have the savings for that, and I also wanted more time to “Cut my teeth” in regional theater before I made the leap to the big time in New York.
But every time I thought about it, I always had an excuse. Sometimes they were really good, and sometimes they weren’t.
I was in a bad way that Summer: single, chronically unemployed, no money, and with it being the middle of the recession, no end in site.
Why can’t I move to New York? I mean, it wasn’t like I had anything to lose.
I hung up the phone and my mind began to race. The only thing holding me back was money and fear of the unknown.
Later that night I was browsing Facebook and discovered my arch nemesis had finally made the leap and moved to New York.
If she can do it, so can I, I thought. And that night I vowed I was going to make the move- NYC or bust. I had no money, no prospects and I ended up successfully relocating and living in New York for about two years. Here’s how I did it.