So when I was about 7, I had a dream of moving to Seattle and becoming a scientist. 20 years later, PhD? Check! Seattle? Check! So, er, now what? Well, I've been trying to answer that question for the past 12 months and now I finally have an answer. Flying by the seat of my pants, I had a job interview in Boston at the beginning of the month and to end the suspense for anyone who doesn't already know, I'm moving to Boston. When I showed up, the PI enthusiastically waved, said "I'm so excited that you decided to look into my lab, this is wonderful! Why don't we go into my office and chat for a bit?" Then, when I was coming back from dinner, "basically, I talked to my people and they love you. We want you to come out here and do a post-doc. Anything we can do to help you make the decision to move to Boston, please let us know. I think you have a unique skill set that will serve you well in this field and I'd be delighted if you chose our lab to come work with us." Then, when I was chatting with him about start dates, "I appreciate that you are wanting to get an early start. I value your work ethic. But really, I want you to choose whatever date works best for you. I know you have a lot of non-science things you need to wrap up in Seattle and I want you to be comfortable and stress-free with the move. If you need anything at all, don't hesitate to contact us. And if you can't find housing for July but only starting August, we'll put you up in a hotel for the interim." What! Basically, the lab is absolutely spectacular, I get to choose my own project (scary and fun. Scun? Fary? An adventure either way.), and it's in Boston which is pretty okay in my book. I'll miss you terribly Space Needle, but Bunker Hill is calling. This is the nautical little bed and breakfast in Brookline that I stayed out while I was interviewing. It's so nautically Boston. Time to take sailing lessons (which I'm doing here in Seattle next month) so that I can find myself a man with a yacht. Or at least take the next level of sailing out in Massachusetts Bay (is that spelled right? I'm going to have to learn how to spell that state now I guess).
Oh, and that little pic up there? That'll be my view as I walk to work every morning. And apparently all grad students do turn into their PhD advisors, I'll be right across the quad from where Roland started his PhD.
So when I was about 7, I had a dream of moving to Seattle and becoming a scientist. 20 years later, PhD? Check! Seattle? Check! So, er, now what? Well, I've been trying to answer that question for the past 12 months and now I finally have an answer. Flying by the seat of my pants, I had a job interview in Boston at the beginning of the month and to end the suspense for anyone who doesn't already know, I'm moving to Boston. When I showed up, the PI enthusiastically waved, said "I'm so excited that you decided to look into my lab, this is wonderful! Why don't we go into my office and chat for a bit?" Then, when I was coming back from dinner, "basically, I talked to my people and they love you. We want you to come out here and do a post-doc. Anything we can do to help you make the decision to move to Boston, please let us know. I think you have a unique skill set that will serve you well in this field and I'd be delighted if you chose our lab to come work with us." Then, when I was chatting with him about start dates, "I appreciate that you are wanting to get an early start. I value your work ethic. But really, I want you to choose whatever date works best for you. I know you have a lot of non-science things you need to wrap up in Seattle and I want you to be comfortable and stress-free with the move. If you need anything at all, don't hesitate to contact us. And if you can't find housing for July but only starting August, we'll put you up in a hotel for the interim." What! Basically, the lab is absolutely spectacular, I get to choose my own project (scary and fun. Scun? Fary? An adventure either way.), and it's in Boston which is pretty okay in my book. I'll miss you terribly Space Needle, but Bunker Hill is calling. This is the nautical little bed and breakfast in Brookline that I stayed out while I was interviewing. It's so nautically Boston. Time to take sailing lessons (which I'm doing here in Seattle next month) so that I can find myself a man with a yacht. Or at least take the next level of sailing out in Massachusetts Bay (is that spelled right? I'm going to have to learn how to spell that state now I guess).
Oh, and that little pic up there? That'll be my view as I walk to work every morning. And apparently all grad students do turn into their PhD advisors, I'll be right across the quad from where Roland started his PhD.
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Hooray for you! And also scary and fun. I love Boston. I've only been there once (on mine and Daniel's trip last summer) but I still love it.
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