One year ago today, I flew home from my three month job hunt in New York. I vividly remember leaving a note for my flatmates as they were all at work when I left for the airport. I remember writing that I was fighting back tears, and I was. I was so miserable to be leaving. The misery was however, at that point, leavened by the fact that I had the offer of a job. From how they were talking in my last interview, they wanted me back asap and would try and put everything in place to have me back by Thanksgiving, but failing that, Christmas. And here we are.