Ch Ch Ch Chhanges...

So a friend's announcement yesterday that she may be "done" with L.A. and hence moving back east got me to thinking. Granted a reactionary judgement is I would be really sad here alone without her and quite honeestly I probably wouldn't have made it this long here without her friendship. But... on the other hand, I'm really starting to enjoy my career here—and yes, I'm well aware that my job has a very high burn out rate, and that many of my friends have stayed on working years after they should have moved on, but for now I enjoy it. So I got to thinking (it's what the Brain Purge does best) and thought why not do the bicoastal thing. Six months here or however many consecutive months I can get steady work, then buy a house somewhere back east and hole up there the rest of the year. Catch a few NYC gigs if possible. My life is pretty compact right now. The only issue is where to get my new house...