I’m just barely 30-something, living in the seacoast area of New Hampshire and waiting for the day when I can buy my dream house overlooking the ocean. I’m currently in a sort of professional, academic and psychological limbo, having been laid off from my job doing psychiatric risk assessments in emergency rooms, without having yet reached a firm decision about the next step. Until I decide, I’m using my diagnostic and crisis management skills to coexist with a math-doctoral-student husband and two kids.
I knit. I travel. I have at least one hundred things I want to do before I die. Maybe more.
I have a random and endless stream of consciousness, not to mention family members, friends and in-laws. I should be able to continue to find stuff to write about.