This is the third "episode" of my PhD journey series. Where I go a teensy bit into moving abroad. Where did I go? What was so difficult about it? What did I learn? What is that I will never let myself forget?
This story begins from its end. Or somewhere in the middle. It starts with the end of a PhD, with long months spent trying to understand my next move. What was I doing? Where was I going? So many doubts. Among all of them, one thing was sure: my PhD was not going to define me.