I'm going to borrow from my latest Facebook status update to kick this off:

We're into the rabbit hole.

On Facebook, it was a reference to how I'm finding myself beginning to love Southern California. We'll see if the infatuation can survive location shoots in July.

In general, we're at a strange crossroads. We got the apartment that we applied for, and we don't have any obvious answers about where the moving money is coming from.

I signed up for a calling service (for the background work) which means I don't have to sit on the phone all afternoon dialing Central Casting anymore. The jury's still out on how much work I'll get with the service, but I've heard good things. I'm already booked on Entourage for next week.

It's not unusual stuff in terms of the little (and big) crises that we're generally surfing through in any given month...but the strangeness of now comes from an odd peace I have about everything. I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop. I'm clearly and obviously out of control of most of the variables in my life, I'm chasing my dreams and desires in spite of the massive unpredictability involved, nothing is guaranteed even through next week...and somehow, I'm not nursing an ulcer.

When did this happen? Will it last? I hope so. I've done years' worth of wear and tear on my body worrying lesser things than what faces us today.

Is this just what it feels like to be where one is supposed to be?

I can't quite believe it.


Not yet.