Professional Expatriatism
I’ve sometimes thought to myself: I’m an expat now, why not spread it around? I think travel; I think relocation. Why not move to England, I think sometimes. Why not, indeed? S. never told me about this development in British society, this devolution into binge-drinking hell. But I don’t speak French, Spanish, Italian, or any other language than English - a sad commentary on my education or my lack of foresight and ambition therein - so now I’m pretty much stuck with Canada, Ireland, the U.S., and here. Given the weather alone, I’ve made the right choice in my expat career (so long as they don’t bring back the six-o’clock swill).