Being back in Stockholm feels rather strange. It’s the city where I grew up and have lived most of my life, but for some reason it doesn’t feel like home. One reason is probably that I don’t really have a place of my own here. I do have free and unlimited access to my dad’s apartment, but since the place is not mine I can’t help but feeling like a guest.
But it also doesn’t help that I’m right in the middle of everything. Not only unemployed, but also already with one foot abroad. And while I’m trying to get myself organized for Switzerland, I’m also preoccupied with what happens after that. Argentina or not? PhD or not? To be more precise, it’s more the what rather than the where.
The question of doing or not doing a PhD has been a matter of hesitation for me during the past four years or so. There have been times when I’ve been completely against the idea, followed by more positive periods. For the moment I’m leaning towards such a positive one, but I’m trying to make out how positive I really am about it.
What I am afraid of is that I might be accepting a PhD mainly because it’s the easy way out. But what if I was offered a good job today—also satisfying the where—would I rather go for that? Or if there was no where, would I still be contemplating a PhD?
The problem is that I don’t really have any concrete alternatives, especially not satisfying the where. And since my return to Argentina is a now-or-never decision, I don’t have much time to think about it.
Instead, I’ve been thinking of how to make the most and best out of a PhD, or what I could do in parallel. And—and An Animal probably won’t believe his eyes—I’ve started thinking in terms of machine learning and big data…
But I’ll leave that to some other time. This post is already a bit lengthy.