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Jul 31, 2013 - 06:59 PM |
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So I'm moving to Ypsilanti |
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As probably everyone knows at this point, I'm moving with the lady to Ypsilanti. What maybe none of you know is why I'm going and when. Well, we're leaving this Sunday (Aug. 4th) and driving a U-Hual and towing her car from Portland, OR all the way to our new home, which is conveniently located just somewhere around my future alma mater, Eastern Michigan University.
So, why EMU? Well, it was a tough choice between that and University of Pittsburgh, especially since I've actually lived in the 'Burgh and I have a number of pals still there, plus it's known as a big city, unlike Ypsilanti which nobody has ever heard of and/or just assume it's Detroit which they then express extreme concern over. Luckily we're not moving to Detroit, I remind them, but I digress. I'm going to be a dietitian.
Firstly, I'm not getting into dianetics. Second, dietetics is of the field of nutrition to give you the simple explanation. To be an expert of food, what it does in the body, and how to eat in general or with some sort of ailment, such as diabetes or crones disease for example, are just some of what a dietitian is responsible for, depending on the job of course. I'm still not entirely sure what I'll be doing professionally, but with a serious culinary background and experience I could see myself either working with a particular group of people, like diabetics, or either helping or actually running the kitchen of a hospital, school, or perhaps even a prison of some sort. Who knows, really, I could also be the dietitian of the fucking Los Angeles Lakers, which would be neat to say the least. Needless to say, there are options.
I've also learned that most dietitians are women, so being a guy is pretty marketable apparently since places need to diversify or, as one dietitian has told me, be the guy that educates rather than the gal who nags, which is a big problem apparently since folks don't like taking advise from women. Odd.
Anyway, Ypsilanti. Should be interesting. No idea what to expect, other than what I've seen during the two-ish days I visited two years ago plus there is a person who lurks about the area from time to time. Not sure what to think of that as she has been known to kill with kindness, but this person did buy me nachos once so I think we're good. In all seriousness, it will be nice to have a friend there already. When I moved to DC way back when I had no friends and, god damn, that was depressing. Even a single friend is a great asset, especially when dealing with homesickness.
I'm excited, scared, joyful, and nervous. I'm going to miss Portland A LOT, especially my friends, and the nice weather when it is nice. I'm sure I'll come to love Ypsi too.
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