The present need to get back to nomading through southern Europe is as strong and urgent as anything I've ever felt--perhaps it's because it was the last scenario of basic sufficiency before the recent setbacks, perhaps because there is a certain spiritual need there--and the inability to put something into place is both frustrating and perplexing.
There are societies in which someone with a doctorate in law from a top-tier school with strong grades, and a decade of experience in the arts with a degree from a globally ranked conservatory is able to find a position or livelihood in one of these professions, or at least a stopgap minimally sufficient job in a field requiring a basic competency in something or other.
But things states-side appear to be a bit more free-form than that.
Ergo: a very, very difficult winter in a northern city.