On Monday afternoon, I flew back to the Netherlands. I had an uneventful layover in Minneapolis/St Paul, where the airport store features moose.
At the gate in Salt Lake City, I ended up checking one of my carry-ons, as there wasn’t enough space on board. (Too bad they had already taken my wrongly-packed maple syrup away from me at security.) And of course when I got to Amsterdam on Tuesday morning, that carry-on had been rerouted on a different plane. But since it contained shoes and dresses, pretty much, and them leaving it behind meaning I didn’t have to lug it home by train but could have them deliver it, I didn’t mind. Too bad it was the lighter carry-on and not the heavy, heavy backpack they lost!
Today was my day off, to integrate back into Dutch society. (It’s sorely needed, as I today kept thinking, wow, these people outside sure look Dutch, apparently not realizing where I was. But maybe that was just the jet lag talking.)
Tomorrow I start my summer job at one of our local hospitals, as a medical secretary. It’s good to know that if I graduate from my PhD program right back into unemployment, I’ll have a viable skill set to fall back on. It’s always good to have a plan B, right?
As a ps., for those of you that want to know what I was actually doing in Utah all those weeks, read this excellent write-up of our symposium. I even get mentioned a couple times.