I’m a man of wealth and taste.

Wait, no. I’m a man of poverty and crudeness.

But maybe not forever.

I have been pondering things about my future lately. Specifically, about where I will end up after I graduate.

Like I have said before, I really really hope it’s Toronto instead of L.A. Well, technically, I hope it’s right here in the GVRD, but I am told that’s not too likely, so… Toronto.

I could do Toronto. I am sure it has some funky cool neighborhoods suitable for a sensitive artistic type like myself who prefer a laid back atmosphere. And if I am moving there for a job, I will have at least somewhat of a say in where I live.

As opposed to now, where I end up living wherever I end up, more or less.

It would be a challenge, to say the least, to live on my own again and end up having to do everything for myself. I’ve had Joe as my reality agent for so long that I wonder how rusty I have gotten. Not that I was very good at living on my own for the year or so I did it. But I was extremely depressed then.

And the odds are pretty good that I will end up living alone. I could look around TO for a roommate type situation, but that would be very challenging for my social anxiety. I would rather live alone than live with strangers. Don’t know if I could handle that.

Renting a room in a house might be doable. There’d be more room for people to spread out and have their own space, and I would of course spend most of my time in my room anyhow. So that might work.

And there would be something very comforting about living in a house again. In fact, it would be remarkably like my childhood, what with everyone doing their own thing and having their own rooms and often only meeting briefly in the common areas.

To me, that was normal. We were never a close family. And to be honest, I was the least close of them all because I was the forgotten one, the surprise, the accident.

So renting a room in a house, especially a large house, might suit me. I could socially assimilate with the others at my own pace. But definitely not a set of rando roommates in a small apartment where I would feel trapped.

Another possibility, I suppose, would be trying to contact the Toronto furry community and making friends with some Toronto furs long before I actually have to leave. That way, I might very well end up in a Furry household and living with people I at least know a little, which would go a long way to making me feel better about being in a new city.

And even if it didn’t result in a roommate situation, it would be nice to know a few people in the city anyhow so that I wouldn’t feel so alone.

But then again… I might end up in L.A.

Don’t want that. I didn’t like the idea of moving to the US before the recent election and I sure as hell don’t want to go now. But when you are starting out, you have to go where the work is, and most American TV is written in Los Angeles.

You might think that writing is the sort of job you can do anywhere, so why would I have to move? The answer is that the TV industry puts a lot of stock in having a writer’s room where all the writers collaborate, bounce idea off each other, hang out and shoot the breeze, and in general stimulate one another creatively.

And I am pretty sure being there via Skype would not be the same at all.

And no doubt, I am eager to be in one of these writer’s rooms. They sound awesome. Heck, I might even fit in there.

But I really don’t want to move to the States. Especially if I am going to be making a low wage. If I was pulling down the big bucks, I could insulate myself somewhat from all their galloping madness. But if I am living a street level existence, it would bum me out.

Plus, I would have to get a passport, which means a bunch of medical testing, and I would have to pay for health insurance, which would be nuts, and that health insurance would have to be pretty good to cover all the meds I take.

If necessary, I could jettison all my meds except for the two antidepressants, and hope for the best. Who knows, maybe working for a living would improve my blood sugar without having to take three different damn pills.

And I am sure there are good things about living in the City of Angels. For one thing, if it turns out I really do have some form of Seasonal Affective Disorder, a place where the sun shines all the time might be good for me.

I mean, I didn’t like it when I lived in Silicon Valley, but there, in the summer, everything died. Presumably, in a place where it is hot and sunny all year round, whatever lives there in terms of greenery either is adapted to the heat or lives off of sprinkler water.

Oh right. The drought. Lovely. They got rid of the smog (mostly) but now they have drought. What fun THAT would be.

I drink a LOT of water.

Still, I might just have to become an immigrant to the U S of A in order to get work in my chosen field of writing for TV.

I can see that leading to a fair number of political arguments if I don’t step cautiously. Must always remember that arguments aren’t important, especially around hotheaded Americans with little understanding of the world and access to firearms.

I have a feel that I could be a total show biz player if given the chance.

I just wish I didn’t have to “go Hollywood” to do it.

I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.