While I was hiding away in Brussels last week, dusting off my French with my friend Kismet, a piece of paper arrived for me in the post:
Four years, one soul, and 52 kilos of joie de vivre later, my Doctorhood is finally officially official.
It’s not as tasty as I thought it would be. But based on the cost, I suspect it’s very nutritious.
Thanks to my friends, family and various academic mentors who have helped me along the way. Lots of love to you all.
