This week's post is compliments of guest blogger, Lindsey Dickinson. Enjoy!
We did it. We moved
back to Traverse City. We found great
jobs. We bought a house. We made the move and made it work. Just about every week now I have friends,
colleagues and contacts from different parts of my life who ask me, “how did
you do it? How did you make it
work?” Coming back to Traverse City,
during a time when the economy was even worse than it is today, was tough. It wasn’t Facebook or blogging, Tweeting or
tagging that got us reconnected in TC.
It was good old-fashioned hand shaking, meaningful conversations, tireless
networking, elevator speeches and resume tweaking that landed us where we are
today.
Like many of us who grew up in Traverse City (or any other
smallish town in Michigan), all we ever wanted to do in high school was leave
Traverse City -- a place where we knew everyone and everyone knew us. After
trying out Virginia and then Arizona my husband and I, both TC natives, made
the big move across the pond. We spent
an amazing stint living and working in London.
We did the big city thing, we traveled, and we met lifelong
friends. Then, we started missing the
place that always seemed too small. We
missed the incredible seasons, the natural beauty, and the bank tellers who
knew us by first name. Like so many
other young professionals we decided to make the move back.
It was 2009, the economy had slowed to an almost-standstill,
jobs were scarce and housing, as usual, was expensive in Traverse City. We set ourselves a four-month time limit,
figuring that if we couldn’t find jobs within that time frame, it would be time
to explore another new place. Both my
husband and I graduated college with history degrees. Both of us went into education -- I through
the Teach for America Program, he through a more traditional teacher education
program. Coming home we knew that our
odds of getting into teaching in Traverse City were slim to none (although it
can be done!) So we started making a
plan to find jobs in related career areas and began tapping the contact lists
from our high school days, our fantastic community college years, and the
rolodexes (yes they still exist!) of our parents and their friends. “It’s all about connecting the dots,” my mom
told us.
We made cold calls to friends of friends. We prepared our one-minute “elevator
speeches” for each of the different career areas we were interested in and gave
them at every chance. For days and weeks
we set up and attended meetings, resumes in-hand, ready to jump at the first
lukewarm opportunity that presented itself.
We did it for one whole month, then two, then three. We added to our strategy by volunteering and
taking temporary jobs that weren’t in our chosen fields -- he worked retail and
I did substitute teaching. We
languished in no-job land for what seemed like an eternity -- did I mention we
were living at home the whole time?! It
all felt so totally unproductive and we were getting discouraged. The dots did not feel connected. But slowly, our phones started ringing -- people were calling us instead of the
other way around. Our meetings and
volunteering and hours of follow-up were starting to pay off. We were given opportunities to apply for
jobs, have interviews, take meetings with higher-ups, and start to get what
felt like a foothold in the local job market.
In the end, my husband landed a great job in the social work
field; the first introduction to which came through a meeting with a family
friend, who mentioned a potential job opening, that was available earlier than
was first planned, which fit perfectly into our four-month time limit. My job, landed just at the four-month mark,
with a fantastic local marketing company, was the product of a connection made
in high school during a summer job. My
former employer -- a long-time local small business owner -- remembered my
skill set from high school and college, talked to me about my strengths and
suggested me to a friend, who owned and operated her own marketing and
communications firm, and gave me a chance.
So we did it. We
moved back to Traverse City. We found
great jobs. We bought a house and we
made this amazingly beautiful, sometimes tough-to-crack, city our hometown
again. We connected the dots. Young professionals: it can be done. I encourage you to make the leap of faith and
live back at home for a couple of months to give TC a chance again. I think you’ll find that everything you
remember from your time growing up here, is the same…but different. You’ll find that little Traverse City has
grown and that not everyone knows everyone else anymore -- but that the best
way to go about finding your dream job in this dream locale is to go old school
and start reconnecting the old-fashioned way.