After just over 3 years living and working in Washington, DC, I'm ready for change, eager to grow, and in for an adventure. Here's the scoop:
I've been a graphic designer at the fabulous National Building Museum since I moved here, and for my first job out of college I couldn't have been luckier. I was immersed in a culture of design, architecture, and education; I joined a staff of incredibly intelligent, interesting, and kind people; and I was trusted with a wide variety of creative, complex design projects that challenged me and gave me the satisfaction of seeing them through to implementation. I eventually recognized I'd grown hungry for a greater challenge, and in the last year or so I began to look around for one. I was searching for opportunities that would let me grow in a direction I want to grow creatively, but not finding many here that spoke to me.
I know I want to work more with type and I want to be in an environment with more designers. I'd love to work for a traditional design studio, working on identities, packaging, websites, and more for a variety of clients, but am open to a lot of different opportunities. Some advice my dad had told me kept sticking in my head: "Always be running toward something." For a long time I focused on the something. It had to be defined in order to run toward it, right? What if I was running away instead?
I put those questions on hold last summer to finish and release my first typeface, Delphi. I attended my fourth TypeCon—in DC that year!—and, as always, was impressed by everyone's talents, interests, and simply how nice everybody is. It's an inspiring community to be among, and once TypeCon ended I devoted all my energy to figuring out my next steps.
I began reaching out to older, more experienced designers for advice, and overall they said, "Go where the opportunity is." So I started testing the waters in New York. I went to lectures and met with designers and emailed their designer friends and met with them. Finally on a recent trip, the resounding message was, "You're doing all the right things, but you should just move here first."
Which was crazy! I couldn't do that. But once I'd gone through all the reasons I told myself I couldn't, I realized that I actually need to. When I realized that it's how I got to DC, I started to process how I could make it work:
I'm moving to New York the first week of January. I've got a place to stay while I look for an apartment and will be freelancing while I explore opportunities for a stimulating, challenging, full-time job in design. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't terrified, but more than anything I'm excited. I'm still running toward something, I'm just not sure exactly what yet. Which is ok—it exists because I'm making it happen. It's opportunity; it's adventure; it's the variable I'm solving for.
I'm increasingly confident about whatever lies ahead, and it's not without the help of a TON of people. Everyone who's emailed with me, skyped, gotten coffee, introduced me to new people, friends new and old in NYC, even folks who've just told me I'm going to be fine and haven't completely lost my mind, you've been encouraging beyond measure. THANK YOU!
So here it goes. I've said my goodbyes at work and with friends, I've packed my possessions into a storage unit (leads on apartments are welcome!), and now I'm telling the internet so it's really legit.
I'm hitting the ground running in 2015—toward something. See you next week, NYC.