The reason I moved back to Buenos Aires wasn't because I wanted to settle here, but because I got an internship at an advertising agency in NYC. Doing the paperwork from my home country was much simpler than dealing with it elsewhere.
Before this, I never really considered going to the US. I thought it wasn't worth the effort. Why try to get into a country that doesn’t exactly want me there? But when the opportunity came up, I realized it was a great chance to combine two things I love: traveling and art. So, I decided to give it a try.
Which brings me to where I am now—back in Buenos Aires, with four months to spare and not much money. And that, my friends, is the perfect kind of situation that flips the "let’s do something" switch in my brain.
I thought about getting a 9-to-5 job, even sent out a few resumes, and got called for a couple of interviews. But walking into those interviews felt like heading to court, facing serious charges with a potential long sentence. Not healthy. So, I decided to stop looking for a job.
Playing the saxophone on the street was another idea, and I might do pretty well. Passers-by might drop some coins, as long as I stop playing while they can hear me.
Being a dancing empanada on the street, though? A little too embarrassing. Besides, most dancing empanadas have stick legs, so I probably wouldn't even get hired.
I’ve also had little luck with freelancing, though I believe it’s the kind of job that suits me best.
Conclusion: I need to figure out how to make my drawings and paintings on things (like sneakers, clothes, household items) profitable... wish me luck.
Before this, I never really considered going to the US. I thought it wasn't worth the effort. Why try to get into a country that doesn’t exactly want me there? But when the opportunity came up, I realized it was a great chance to combine two things I love: traveling and art. So, I decided to give it a try.
Which brings me to where I am now—back in Buenos Aires, with four months to spare and not much money. And that, my friends, is the perfect kind of situation that flips the "let’s do something" switch in my brain.
I thought about getting a 9-to-5 job, even sent out a few resumes, and got called for a couple of interviews. But walking into those interviews felt like heading to court, facing serious charges with a potential long sentence. Not healthy. So, I decided to stop looking for a job.
Playing the saxophone on the street was another idea, and I might do pretty well. Passers-by might drop some coins, as long as I stop playing while they can hear me.
Being a dancing empanada on the street, though? A little too embarrassing. Besides, most dancing empanadas have stick legs, so I probably wouldn't even get hired.
I’ve also had little luck with freelancing, though I believe it’s the kind of job that suits me best.
Conclusion: I need to figure out how to make my drawings and paintings on things (like sneakers, clothes, household items) profitable... wish me luck.
Raf
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