So, there is a job opening at the liberal arts school in the town where I grew up. I think, a year ago, I would have told you: "No way in hell." It's a tiny department, and I wanted to live in a big city. And part of me still wants to be in a big, fancy department in a hip urban environment.... but.
But my dad is turning 60 in the fall, my grandmother is getting into her late 70s, and it would be great to hang out with my old friends. As we think about having kids, I think about them knowing the places that I knew. I think about them being able to know their grandparents, and their aunts and (future) cousins and all that jazz.
Who knows. Getting *any* job in academia is like 1 in 300, or worse odds. But I sent an email to the department chair today, asking to set up a meeting at the big national conference come Labor Day weekend.
But my dad is turning 60 in the fall, my grandmother is getting into her late 70s, and it would be great to hang out with my old friends. As we think about having kids, I think about them knowing the places that I knew. I think about them being able to know their grandparents, and their aunts and (future) cousins and all that jazz.
Who knows. Getting *any* job in academia is like 1 in 300, or worse odds. But I sent an email to the department chair today, asking to set up a meeting at the big national conference come Labor Day weekend.
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It's sneaky like that; one day your at the cutting edge of cool and then suddenly you're yelling at kids to get off your lawn and turn down that music.