I moved my hand through my hair making it messy. The maids will get mad because I messed up there work but it was a habit they had to get used to. I didn't know what to do and I didn't know where I was.
I have a photo very similar to this one of myself that a friend took. When I look at it, I see the romance I attached to being a young actor infused in work, living in New York, working odd jobs to pay the bills, and the determination to make it all work out. There's a determination and awareness in her expression that I gravitate to in this image, definitely my favorite of the ones I've found so far.