On Thin Ice
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Sissy A is trying to convince
wink_martindale and I to move to Toulouse. She's on her way there this month, to join her boyfriend and work long distance for an architecture company in Montreal. Rent for a two-person flat is around 500 euros. Jobs for those who speak cranky French but fluent English are available. But I could also just take out a loan and be a student for a year; learn French really well for an eventual job; wash some dishes... so tempting. No temping.
I go back and forth on this idea of doing a MA in Portuguese Studies here in London. Really, what kind of job am I guaranteed afterwards? Will I have to return to admin and bite the bullet until my loans are paid off? Or would I do well enough to become a researcher, or perhaps work for a Brasilian organisation? I know I should just take a deep breath and be courageous but I keep remembering the years after I graduated from university and my History and English Lit degree's mystifying quality.
Only one more week left at work. Since the snow, Regent's Canal has been all mine. Thank God I haven't slipped and broken anything! I love walking down it at night, past the barges that line the canal by Victoria Park, their engines running and the air smelling of burnt wood. That's what I'll miss the most when I (most likely) return to commuting downtown.
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I go back and forth on this idea of doing a MA in Portuguese Studies here in London. Really, what kind of job am I guaranteed afterwards? Will I have to return to admin and bite the bullet until my loans are paid off? Or would I do well enough to become a researcher, or perhaps work for a Brasilian organisation? I know I should just take a deep breath and be courageous but I keep remembering the years after I graduated from university and my History and English Lit degree's mystifying quality.
Only one more week left at work. Since the snow, Regent's Canal has been all mine. Thank God I haven't slipped and broken anything! I love walking down it at night, past the barges that line the canal by Victoria Park, their engines running and the air smelling of burnt wood. That's what I'll miss the most when I (most likely) return to commuting downtown.
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Date: 2010-01-08 07:27 pm (UTC)You know, I got really interested in tarot cards when I was 8 years old - a set came with a woman's magazine my mom bought - and ever since then I've studied them and really enjoying playing them. My approach is that they are not prophetic or magical but tools for studying your circumstances, talking through things. Sort of like what Carl Jung did with them, when he used their symbols for studying psychology and so forth. I have a set which I bought when I was 17 but it's in Canada, at Kevin's parents. I must remember to get them back next time I visit...