Jordan Kai here!
As of today I have been living in Los Angeles for 4 months and 18 days. I’ve been here long enough for kids to finish off a school year, have a summer break, go shopping for back to school clothes, and have their first day of school. Its kind of a lot. That is the best way of explaining it.
After a few months touring the country, I made a very shaky decision to move my tush all the way from the big apple to the big palm tree. Then, instead of waiting like a sensible, well-adjusted person… I picked up with 6 weeks notice and moved.
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This being my first post…. I feel like I should be updating the world about all the things that I’ve been doing, so, um… here it is:
April— Got in the 1995 Volvo with my pops and drove from NYC to LA in 8 days (it was the greatest trip of all time), I moved to Burbank with Steve. We moved in with Jack, my cousin by choice. We ate a LOT of joy feast Got a job doing costume birthday parties.
May – I booked my first show in LA, made awesome friends in my new theater company, moved to the PHW, and found the love of my life.
June — Got settled in the PHW with Steve and Los, rehearsed for “Dog Sees God,” and fell more in love with the pup.
July – Went to Seattle, said my nana passed away, went to NY and NJ, got a new job, and Christian moved here.
August – Quit my new job, booked my first commercial, moved from the main house to the guest house with steve, had my mom come visit LA for the first time, surprise! Walker moved here, sold my 1995 Volvo 850 to Los, bought a Red Prius and named her Betty White. and snuggled with ernie.
The few things I’ve done consistently have been purchasing shoes, wearing big hats so as not to be exposed to the sun, and FINALLY lived in the same state/city/house/room as Steve for the first time in over a year.
Ernie, the maltese-jack russel- puppy prince, is literally my dream come true. He is everything I have ever wanted. I’m literally obsessed.
I live with 5 boys (including pups) and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love it. The laughing, cooking, shit-giving, and the unending support. It rules.
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Being the fervent east coaster that I am, I had the fear that I’d get here, hate it, and come home. In this case, 1 out of 3 is great.
I got here and I love it. Sometimes is it so hot I feel smothered, sometimes I wish I could just take my legs and walk….everywhere, and sometimes I wish I could just get a fucking bagel (pardon the French). But, at the end of the day, I get to come home to a beautiful house, hilarious and loving roommates, a man that I love (ernie) and my boyfriend, ernie… I mean steve. Oh, and did I mention I have a yard? More on that next week.
Over and out, homies.
East to West: A Chronicle 