My family holds firmly to the belief that my husband and I are keeping something from them, something imminent and important. My current appointment is nearly up, I need a new job, and thus we need to move. My parents have been persistent, and for months my response has been, "We don't know where we are moving. We just know we are going to move." They feel excluded, yet I do, too. I am not privy to something important that is happening in my life. And so continues my tenure-track quest.
As I pursue my quest in the long skinny room known as Postdoc Alley, I share in the quests of my fellow postdocs. We are united by science and two common goals. The first is happiness. The second is a tenured job at a teaching and research institution.
In our common quest we have developed a few...