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?
For those of you that do not know me, I come from a relatively big town in the suburbs of Naples, in Italy. One of those overpopulated but very sad places where there is not too much to do, or many jobs to find.
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.
After months of energy draining job search, I have found an amazing one! And I could not be any happier.
What's happening now that I got my PhD? And most of all, how does the future look like?
You will think that a Ph.D. is a difficult journey. I am not here to contradict you. And in a different country is maybe even worse, but mine, just changed my life.