Truth be told, I’m not screwing around. I really want to move to New York City and there are three ways to get there:
I do know people in and around NYC. My great aunt lives in College Point and many friends from high school live in the city. Unfortunately, none of these immediately qualify as crash pads or sofas to surf on. I could ask, but I’ve grown distant from many of them and I don’t want to be selfish. I’ll ask anyway through email.
Jobs are tight right now, but Stack Overflow alone is showing a few NYC gigs at some companies I definitely would not mind working for.
Graduate school seems like a snowball’s chance in hell. All three listed above have “media labs”, which is my cup of tea, but the competition will be fierce and my undergraduate GPA is without a doubt an immediate disqualifier. Hell, I might as well apply to the MIT Media Lab, at least I’m already doing work comparable to Frank Moss’s New Media Medicine Group.
I’ve decided to go the graduate school route, which is actually the most difficult and unlikely to succeed, but the desire to be in NYC has produced a drive and ambition that I haven’t experienced in many years. It is so invigorating that my fears of failure and defeat have fallen by the wayside. I want it too bad.
The worst thing that can happen is that I study and take the GREs, write some unpublishable papers in what may be the last two months I have a job, get some mediocre letters of recommendations, send in my transcripts, spend money on applications, and get rejected from everyone. Considering I’ve cheated Death, the Law, and the System, that doesn’t sound so bad.
I’m giving myself a year. I’m almost 30 and time is ticking…
