I think it's relatively well-established that I am not in to food, alcohol, night life, spending money, crowds, or cities. So of course I am moving to New York City.
Why? Well. I have to go someplace if I want to even have a chance at doing the kind of work I'd like to do. Anywhere else in the world requires dealing with traffic or crossing an international border, so New York it is.
I'm giving myself three months to find a job. If I can't do that, I'll move back home in the fall and apply for grad schools. If I can't do that... I'll admit defeat and get a shitty job and live in Iowa for the rest of my life and admit that, no, I don't have what it takes to be an artist, and the best I can be is unhappy.
Hopefully, I can find something to stay solvent, spend the summer learning the city and get a tour guide license, which should make me more employable or possibly even self-employable. The sheer number of museums and theatres means that I have plenty of opportunities to turn in applications, so eventually, someone might be interested in hiring me.
Actually, with the knowledge that I am probably absolutely going to hate living there, this will be the push I need to get me to apply to everything in Canada.
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