Present

Some evenings you drink a bottle of wine with friends over your organic Sonoma grown dinner and stumble to the train shopping bags in hand: Other days you lunch on sugar free redbull in front of your laptop between meetings. That is being present.

Last week a friend found me my dream job. In an act of serendipity I am both affiliated with the alma mater of the search committee head and their dissertation chair. It was like love at first sight and it left me with not one clue as to how to approach it. After receiving other job leads and realizing I had found what I was looking for, I went public. If it sounds crazy, I know, I am living it. Believe me these last three years have been funded by someone who wants to have a say in what job I take...and having met my family understands why geography is so important.

It may change. I may decide to take that Fulbright, NASA, or post-doc opportunity, but presently my feet are firmly grounded and that alone is a minor milagro.

The taxi is on its way, the fellow doc student meeting me to commiserate at the newest gem in foodie culture and you know- my present, couldn't get better.

"Si hablamos de aller es tanto lo que he vivido y sigo teniendo sed, al menos tu lo sabias, al menos no te decia, que las cosas no eran como parecian..." Alejandro Sanz