One reason I married Jeff is that he makes things happen. He’s ambitious and determined. Living in Israel for “a year or so” has always been one of my dreams, and he made that happen, thanks to Fulbright.
Coming back to America was, surprisingly, a bigger challenge than getting to Israel.
Over the past year it became clear that the search for a tenure-track position, difficult even domestically, was an enormous challenge to conduct from abroad, maybe even an insurmountable one. Jeff had to fly himself to America twice, once for the major conference in his field and once for an entire month of interviews. University of New Hampshire flew him out separately (making it a total of three trips), which boded well for his prospects with them. Still, it’s an incredibly competitive market, and we were prepared to settle for a third post-doc or for Jeff to be unemployed/underemployed for a year so that he could try again in the next round.
Matters were complicated by the fact that I’m pregnant (which many of my readers knew already, and if you didn’t, now you do!) and due just around the end of Jeff’s fellowship term and the start of the academic year. I can’t say the timing was ideal, but our window of ideal timing was pretty narrow.
Fortunately, Jeff landed the position as assistant professor at the University of New Hampshire.
I am so proud of him.
We leave in less than a month. Jeff bought our tickets last night for June 5. Here we come, Portland!
P.S. If you’ve noticed that I’ve slowed down my posting schedule, well, it’s hard to post about mundane matters when something big is brewing that you can’t share because it’s not “official” yet.