Yesterday marked the one-year anniversary of my lay-off from my job in Los Angeles. Working in the entertainment industry, getting laid off was nothing new to me. I’d been through it several times before – shows get cancelled, studios fold, shit happens – that’s the biz. You learn to roll with it. And this lay-off was definitely no surprise – I knew it was coming, I just didn’t know exactly when.
But this time it felt different. I had a hard time hiding my smile when I was called into the CFO’s office to receive the “bad” news. When I walked out of the office that day I truly felt free. And happy.
I had no idea what was going to happen next. But I knew what I wasn’t going to do. I wasn’t going to stay in Los Angeles. I had been talking to the guys in Dublin for a while now, but there was still no concrete guarantee of a job. But I knew they wanted me and I truly felt like it was just a matter of time.
So, I packed up all my crap and moved home to Buffalo for what would turn out to be four months, trusting that this huge risk I was taking would pay off in the end.
And it did.
I think that ex-pats, by their very nature, are not risk-averse people. I think they feel that any risks they are taking are far outweighed by the benefits they will end up reaping. And that’s how I felt. I had no way of knowing how things were going to work out, or even if they were going to work out. But the risk, to me, was worth it. I somehow knew that I wasn’t supposed to look for another job in Los Angeles, that I didn’t belong there anymore.
To quote a rather famous and popular musical, it was “time to trust my instincts, close my eyes and leap.” So, I did.
And I landed in Dublin.