It was about 5:40pm, the movers had just left with all of my things and my car was already half way across the country via a shipping service I had found on the internet a few days before.  At this point I didn’t even know if the shipping company was legit or if I was ever going to see my car again. I just knew that I had to get everything out of my sight and across the country or I would change my mind…and that wasn’t an option.
There I was standing in Brooklyn in my empty apartment, starring at the skyline of downtown New York and I didn’t know whether to cry, be sad, be happy, call someone, write in my journal. I had no idea what to do. All I knew was that, in 4 hours I would be headed to the airport to catch a red eye to LA and I was terrified.  But why?
Considering, I’ve moved more than a few times in my life………
Rewind back to 2004 –
I left my full time job as a receptionist at an accounting firm in Baltimore (where I was also enrolled in my last semester of school full time) and moved to Detroit.  I was inspired to move after losing my mother to breast cancer and had the urge to leave everything I knew and go to a place where I barely knew anyone. I truly felt it was the only way I would be able to truly find myself which is hard to do when you live in the land of familiar.  You are very much affected by your comfort zone and the thoughts of the people around you that are somewhat complacent as well.   The move was the best decision I could have made as 6 months later, I found myself in an internship in radio which lead to a management position and my first taste of the entertainment industry. There, I learned leadership skills, what it means to be “hungry”,  how to command respect, how to say ‘no” and most importantly, the value of knowing your worth. I accepted a job making 24,000 that was very stressful, required me to manage a whole promotions department and work more than 50-60 hours per week because I was scared to negotiated what I thought I was worth in fear of losing the job. Looking back, the real lessons I learned during my time at that job over compensated for the salary that I was paid.
There, I also met a guy by the name of Schaffer Smith, otherwise known as Ne-Yo. He came into the station late one night with a Def Jam rep to promote a new song he had out with Peedi Crack. I remember this guy vividly because he came in the small room I was sitting while working on an air check (with hopes to one day be on air). He said, “Is this your passion?” After I gave him a confused face,” he rephrased the question. “Is this what you want to do with your life?” I said, “well I’m not really sure” and he says, “You should definitely figure it out.  If I were to die today, I’d at least be fulfilled in knowing that I was working towards something I really wanted”.   Needless to say, months later Ne-Yo found himself on the Billboard charts with his second single, “So Sick” and I found myself driving down to Atlanta with no job and no plan…but his words stayed with me.
Moving on to 2006 – There I was in Atlanta briefly after quitting my job at the radio station. At that point, I had realized my passion wasn’t in radio but it was very much connected to the music industry in some sort of way. I thought that with a few connects under my belt and experience I’d get into the music industry scene of Atlanta (which was beginning to pop) very quickly, however my living situation wasn’t that great and I had zero cash. I ended up leaving after 10 days
Which lead me back to Maryland (right outside of DC — (2006). By this point, I was very much confused at what was next for me and began working a temp job at a high end hotel chain in the meantime while sleeping in my friends basement.  The temp job lead to a permanent job as the assistant to the President of the North East division of the hotel chain fairly quickly and my radio salary was more than doubled with less the stress.  However, a month into it I woke up and thought to myself. What the hell am I doing working in the hotel business when my dream is entertainment? I soon fell into a deep depression because I wasn’t quite sure what my next move would be, realizing I was right back in the land of familiar again. I had a steady pay check with good benefits, I was in somewhat of a serious relationship with an old male friend of mine and I was hanging out with my best friends from college again. It was fine for the moment but I couldn’t see myself living that life forever….
One very rainy day,  I walked down in the basement of my friends apartment and I remember feeling really weirded out as soon as I walked into the bedroom. There on the bed was a plaque with my mother’s photo on it that I normally had tucked away in a bag. I entered the room and just stared at her photo. It was like, it was telling me something…and then my eyes shifted to the dresser and there sitting on the dresser was a snake. When I say I never ran so fast in my life. I was OUT OF THERE and I never went back. My friends mom packed up all of my belongings and I made my way to an aunt’s house where I slept on the couch for a few days. I then quit my job, broke it off with my boyfriend that wasn’t really a boyfriend and made my way up to New Jersey where a male friend from college had invited me to come live with he and his family.
On the way to Jersey I reflected on what just happened. I saw a snake and it effected my entire being and ran me out of town…but that wasn’t just it. To me it symbolized fear. It symbolized my fear of failing which led me right back to the land of familiar, with my familiar friends and my comfortable job.  I ran out of that room that night because I didn’t want to face my fear (a snake), in the same way that I ran back to Maryland because I was scared to fail.  How much longer was I going to run from fear?
Which leads me to New Jersey (2007)

Stay tuned for Part 2….
Sidenote:  My intentions when I titled this blog was to write about my last day in New York but I got inspired to write more about my journey in the midst of blogging this story and now it may turn into a 6-7 part series leading up to my move to LA. Stay tuned…