Off to Lugano for an interview…

lakelugano-croppedGot a call to fly over and interview in the next couple of weeks — so off to Switzerland I go. What an adventure. I’m thrilled and terrified…and looking forward to practicing listening to the little voice inside that says what’s right for me. I have a hard time knowing if I want to go overseas or not. Is the fear and hesitation I feel that voice saying, “This isn’t quite right…” or do they mean it’s absolutely perfect? I don’t trust myself to know the difference.

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  1. Becky,

    As I read of your interview trip to Italy and gazed wistfully at the beckoning photo of Lake Lugano, I thought of what my day held: making breakfast, making lunches, packing backpacks, squeezing in a couple hours of too-fragmented work amid piles of laundry to sort, wash, fold & haul upstairs (didn’t quite get put away); RSVPing for birthday parties and soccer parties and end-of-the-school-year 5th grade graduation parties; picking up kids, taking them to choir and ballet, squeezing in a video return and a dry-cleaning pick-up while they’re singing and dancing, grabbing a few groceries, debating to get dinner on the fly with money I shouldn’t spend vs. returning home to try to throw something together with no advance planning and little energy to be creative…managing to at least open a few packages of prepared food I am loath to use yet too tired to do otherwise, then clearing the table, loading the dishwasher, feeding the cats, returning a phone call and, finally, sitting down to check e-mail, visit your blog (which is just delightful, by the way!) and looking at your picture of Lake Lugano…and Becky, my advice is “GO!”
    If you’ve ever seen the Australian movie “Me, Myself, I” (not to be confused with Jim Carrey’s “Me, Myself & Irene”), it captures such juxtapositions so poignantly…while of course I am grateful for my family, yadda, yadda, yadda, there is a desperate, frustrated, struggling part of me–the me that was your Ph.D. program colleague, the intellectual, theoretical, philosophical, anguished, angry me — that envies the heck out of your opportunity. And you have been on the “other side” and know of all that domesticity entails, its sacrifices and some rewards (in your case, too, all you did with and for Zach). But here you are, single, smart, unfettered — I say “Carpe Diem”!! I am already picturing the suave Italian men you’re bound to meet, not to mention the sunny Mediterranean skies, palm trees, peaks of the Alps as a backdrop…You HAVE to take this job, so I can come visit! 🙂 Heck, I was looking forward to visiting you in the Palouse, but I’ll take Italy! You should, too. At the very least, do it for the rest of us who can’t.

    Miss you, admire you and can’t wait to follow your further adventures,

    Wendy

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