I loved my apartment. It was an old, beautiful, 1920s Spanish-style—original hardwood floors and tile, stuff that aesthetically turned me on. I had a coffee shop across the street. I had a great Italian restaurant next door. I was working a bunch. There's not too much time to think about anything else. But in the back of any actor's mind there's this gnawing insecurity—it's not going to last; it's not going to work out—and I definitely experienced that.














