“If I’m only here for one month...” rang in my ears as I walked to my car in the oppressive 96 degree heat. But it’s true, I don’t know where I’ll be or what I’ll be doing come the beginning of the fall semester. I was so busy surviving the past year (from being fired without cause to working two full time jobs, one of which involved learning a new trade) I haven’t had much time to think about what’s next. While in Austria I interviewed for two jobs which depend on the nostrification of my American academic credentials, and since I’ve been back I’ve interviewed for a job in the States which depends on approval of the budget. One would keep me in Louisiana, the other would involve selling everything I own and moving overseas.