What If…

A few years ago, we packed our London house, rented it out, moved to a short-let apartment near Kew Bridge and I typed my letter of resignation.  I had a job offer from Kuwait University, pending a place in a university, and I was ready to move to Washington DC.  I was looking at when to go, only to realize that the ‘approved’ list of institutions by KU had changed.  Our belongings were in storage by then;  Our son, Yousef, was just over a year old and our daughter was beginning  her journey to join us in this world.  Life had other plans for us, and when Noor was three months old, we were back in Kuwait.

Fast forward to last night.  Work is great but some challenges at management level are leaving me frustrated.  It was acceptable until last week when actions spoke louder than words and my actions had to be equal and opposite!  I made it clear that what happened was unfair and unacceptable.  It wasnt enough.  I needed to change jobs before I loose my fantastic relationships with so many great peoples in a wonderful organization.  It was simply not worth it over one person!

So in considering options, I mentioned (almost jokingly) the idea of a PhD.  We  had a ‘what if’ conversation and I started pacing up and down our living room as my wife and I discussed ideas on how to bring me back onto the academic road. Is this really an option?

Five hours later, I was still pacing!

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