But here is one thing I can say about myself right now
Ryan and I are moving to New York. Ryan, at the end of this week. Me, sometime in the next several months, after I've gotten the office transfer and bar admission stuff sorted. Hopefully sooner than later, but the bar admission process may dictate a certain schedule.
As I've written previously, Ryan is going out for a post-baccalaureate program at Columbia, where he'll focus on developing his languages (Classical Greek and Latin), as a step towards applying to (and hopefully gaining admission to) a grad school that would actually help him to get a job. The program is itself only one year, but he's potentially planning on being out there for two, since that will give him some time to develop relationships with professors before asking for their recommendations to programs. I am skeptical about post-baccs generally, but Columbia's alumni of the program seem to have done well, so who knows.
I am following because I've realized that I, well - need him. He is an important part of what keeps me sane. I will go insane when he's not around.
Our planned apartment is going to be in Long Island City - LIC, as it's been rebranded. I have mixed feelings about this. It's not really a "hip" neighborhood, as far as I can tell, and it is plenty expensive, so I expect to be surrounded by a certain population that is extremely familiar, shall we say. Our apartment is straight-up yuppie, though the corner of LIC it's in is more near-yuppie. It's hard to describe. It looks a bit like some neighborhoods in the near northwestern parts of Chicago, complete with elevated trains. Court Square is a bit like Wicker Park, etc.
Also as I've written previously, to a certain extent, this is a development that we've both for some time felt was coming. Me, perhaps, longer than him. Chicago is a smart place to set down roots; it is inexpensive relative to New York, and its midwestern roots make it feel unthreatening. No one would say, "If you can make it in Chicago, you can make it anywhere." More like, "If you can make it in Chicago, then Chicago's probably a good fit for you." But it's not challenging, it's not a place to dream. And while New York is less a dreamer's tinderbox than it once was, there seems to be enough chaos there and enough real commitment to making it work, for it to bring out the best in at least some of its residents. I'm not sure that the U.S. has any better place for it besides other places still so under the radar that I'd never know about them.
So anyway, that's coming. I'll have to give up my long rides on the lakefront, the proximity of excellent bookstores, and the dream (still unrealized) that I'll make serious use of my alumni privileges at the UofC. Instead I'll be diving into the war that is New York.
I'm looking forward to it.
As I've written previously, Ryan is going out for a post-baccalaureate program at Columbia, where he'll focus on developing his languages (Classical Greek and Latin), as a step towards applying to (and hopefully gaining admission to) a grad school that would actually help him to get a job. The program is itself only one year, but he's potentially planning on being out there for two, since that will give him some time to develop relationships with professors before asking for their recommendations to programs. I am skeptical about post-baccs generally, but Columbia's alumni of the program seem to have done well, so who knows.
I am following because I've realized that I, well - need him. He is an important part of what keeps me sane. I will go insane when he's not around.
Our planned apartment is going to be in Long Island City - LIC, as it's been rebranded. I have mixed feelings about this. It's not really a "hip" neighborhood, as far as I can tell, and it is plenty expensive, so I expect to be surrounded by a certain population that is extremely familiar, shall we say. Our apartment is straight-up yuppie, though the corner of LIC it's in is more near-yuppie. It's hard to describe. It looks a bit like some neighborhoods in the near northwestern parts of Chicago, complete with elevated trains. Court Square is a bit like Wicker Park, etc.
Also as I've written previously, to a certain extent, this is a development that we've both for some time felt was coming. Me, perhaps, longer than him. Chicago is a smart place to set down roots; it is inexpensive relative to New York, and its midwestern roots make it feel unthreatening. No one would say, "If you can make it in Chicago, you can make it anywhere." More like, "If you can make it in Chicago, then Chicago's probably a good fit for you." But it's not challenging, it's not a place to dream. And while New York is less a dreamer's tinderbox than it once was, there seems to be enough chaos there and enough real commitment to making it work, for it to bring out the best in at least some of its residents. I'm not sure that the U.S. has any better place for it besides other places still so under the radar that I'd never know about them.
So anyway, that's coming. I'll have to give up my long rides on the lakefront, the proximity of excellent bookstores, and the dream (still unrealized) that I'll make serious use of my alumni privileges at the UofC. Instead I'll be diving into the war that is New York.
I'm looking forward to it.