Why I left my PhD

And other life craziness

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Two years of work, and a decades long love affair has just ended for me. It sounds very dramatic. Too dramatic perhaps, but equally this feels like a very dramatic moment in my life. For those that didn’t know — I had just started my PhD in Renaissance History. I was going to be a scholar, all tweed jackets, strong coffee, and gloomy days in the great learning institutions of the world. And…