For this year, I am entering the home stretch, as they say. The last jump, the final leap, the final [insert metaphor here] until I graduate. Hopefully this last [insert metaphor here] isn't a long one.
So I started thinking where I would end up next. I already have email alerts giving me an idea of the job market, and they get forwarded to my inbox every day. I look up these job calls, and then sometimes, when they are interesting, I see what the city is like and imagine what it would be like living there.
A couple of semesters ago, I tested the waters. I actually applied for a pre-doctoral researcher job. And I actually got short-listed for it. The boss even gave me a Skype interview. Unfortunately, my interests and time constraints didn't match, so I declined the position. However, the location was great. It was in northern Spain, in the Basque country. Oh, that would have been nice. I looked up apartments in the area, and even fantasized about travels I would be doing once I am based there (Paris is just a train ride away). But, unfortunately, that didn't happen.
Yesterday, I found myself looking at apartments in Portland, OR. I wonder why, oh right, it's a cool city to live in. I visited that town last summer, and I definitely liked the vibe. Too bad there isn't a university there that has a good Linguistics department with a strong research bend. Oh wait, I could also apply to Psychology departments, since my research straddles the border of those two disciplines.
There's a couple other cities I fantasized living in. Montreal for example, or Berlin. Ah, this is what happens when the ball is not in one's court, and one cannot do anything but wait for one's adviser or collaborator to get back to you. Good thing though is that my adviser and I are meeting later, so he'll have comments for me and I will have something better to do than daydream.