I saw a statistic about how many people in the US never leave where they are born or grow up, or are close by. I think it’s funny when people ask me where I’m from, and I say Pennsylvania, because here I am in Pennsylvania. But, I quickly add, “I’m not from around here.”
Of course I mean I’m from 3.5 hours east, in South Central Pennsylvania. But that obscures the fact that, in 1985, I decided to switch coasts and move to the San Francisco Bay Area (specifically Berkeley) to attend grad school.
It’s not like I never wandered from home. Sure, I started college at a local campus, but then transferred to the big city of Philadelphia. And then, for grad school auditions, I ranged from New Haven, CT to Pittsburgh, PA and beyond, settling in Columbus, OH for my master’s.
But traveling cross country, not knowing anyone, for a program I’d read about but not visited? That was a bit risky. Even more so when some members of the faculty decided I wasn’t Berkeley Department of Dramatic Art material. But I risked it; I stayed with it, and as I have noted before, a worked of opportunities opened up for me with the doctorate from UCB. So I will never regret that.
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