I remember when I first got back to Atlanta this last time, right before I fell asleep in the car, I said something about how I never, ever wanted to set foot on a plane, in an airport, etc ever ever ever again. All that died today on the walk to work.

I spent all day scheming my way back to Germany or Portugal or France or wherever, trying to figure out how I can finagle some kind of grad school or teaching position or something. Also, I would not turn down a marriage proposition from a wealthy Austrian heiress who is dead set on skinny American redheads. Hint hint.

I’m seriously considering finishing that German degree. Words I never thought I’d say…