As a professional freelance illustrator, moving to Washington, DC is turning out to be more complicated than I had thought. It may be that starting any sentence with "As a professional illustrator," will inevitably end with "more complicated than I had thought," but that's just me.
It seems like every job available is only, in fact, available to people who were referred by someone who knows the employer. That's how people get jobs in this city. Which makes me sort of want to line everyone up and run a frying pan across their collective heads, wondering aloud the entire time why anyone should even bother writing a resume and cover letter at all. Clearly these methods are outdated and so far have been a complete waste of my time. It's the old catch-22, isn't it? Can't afford to live in the city without a job, and can't get a job until you live in the city.
Meanwhile, I'm bulking up my portfolio with jobs for non-existent clients for free (the cheap ethereal bastards) and working on setting up an Etsy shop, which should bring in just enough money to make me feel poor.
I'm not even starving, which robs the whole experience of its sexy romance.