I have a job, and I'm wearing pink soled grey suede oxfords to prove it. I feel like I'm being birthed out of a single-minded cocoon of anxiety and boredom right now. It's been a barren wasteland of suits and button downs for the last three months, and I'm kicking up these heels in high style now. And, as promised: a return to the blogosphere.
I have a lot of exciting things on tap for the next 12 months. First, I'll be a Dr. in less than 60 days (OMG). After several months of craziness and nomad living, I will be moving to Germany to begin a fellowship at the Max Planck Institute for Mathematics (I know, that shit cray). After that, I'll settle down in Pittsburgh, put down some roots, and begin the long climb towards tenure at Duquesne University. It's unreal, and I am in as much slack-jawed disbelief as you are. Ok, maybe not. Slack-jawed disbelief implies that somehow this is unexpected or undeserved. I guess maybe I'm just in slack-jawed relief that this long journey is finally winding down, and my next journey is winding up.
In the next few months you can begin to look forward to the soulful musings, indignant rants, documentary reviews, running sagas, and extreme outfit tips that I've been stockpiling for you. But until then...
Long live the flying leap!
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Oh, TG you're back. xoxo.
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