So I had visions of a return to the States that was easy. Get a job, find an apartment and plan future holidays. Ha. 

Things seldom work out exactly how we imagine. 

I applied for lots of jobs and sold clothes part-time. Selling clothes in a big department store was fun, at times annoying and great exercise. Over the course of a long shift 5+ hours I would walk 4 or more miles depending on how busy the fitting room was. 

In February I got a contract position to work in health care via my past work at Georgetown and the networks that stem from things like this. This first position went from three weeks to nearly three months and this then rolled into a second position and finally a third permanent position. 

Yay. 

There's something to be said for being in the right spot at the right time. In large part that's how I secured my new position. 

It's nice to know that I've got a real job. You know the kind of job with insurance, a retirement plan and paid time off. It's one less thing to worry about.