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I'm sitting in a coffee shop, four days before Christmas, working on my thesis. It's ten to four and twilight is blue-grey between the buildings, and for reasons that I cannot explain I feel in great charity with the world.
Barring acts of malevolent deity and natural disasters, in the spring I'm going back to Greece for a six-week internship. The internship is part-time: I'll have time left over to work on my own research. If all goes well, I'll be home for June: if everything comes right, I'll be away again in July or August, back to the land of sunlight and stark shadows in the season of the heat.
It might be hard, but so far, the PhD is being so damn worth it.
Barring acts of malevolent deity and natural disasters, in the spring I'm going back to Greece for a six-week internship. The internship is part-time: I'll have time left over to work on my own research. If all goes well, I'll be home for June: if everything comes right, I'll be away again in July or August, back to the land of sunlight and stark shadows in the season of the heat.
It might be hard, but so far, the PhD is being so damn worth it.
