On Monday I begin working at an architecture office again. It's hourly, with hopes of something more permanent. I should be excited. Somehow, though, I feel melancholy. Not because I don't want to work at this firm. In fact, on paper, it is perfect. But, damn it, I just tasted a life that I'd love to have. It just came at wrong time.
Here's to reality.
Labels: Architecture, Job Hunt