Ulva was nice. Ulva was nice and quiet. Just what I needed. Although, I didn’t quite manage to “get away from it all”, as the conversation over beer turned to life events. I have to admit, I’m quite jealous of Moz getting the opportunity to “settle down.” I’m finding academia increasingly unfulfilling in that sense. I have no idea where Louisa will be living by the end of the year, and no idea what I’ll be doing this time next year. The job market is tough, the competition is tough, and there’s a built-in expectation that people should be prepared to move anywhere and everywhere required. If we’re really lucky, we’ll end up with jobs in the same country. But I know a few couples who live on different continents.
Anyway, life is too short to spend too much time worrying about the future. And it’s now morning and we have to lug our stuff back to the pier to get the ferry back over to mull. Hard work, but at least we could get a coffee and cake at the other end.