I'm in California for a few days. Last night at dinner my mom's husband asked me: If you had known that you wouldn't get a job by staying in Chicago, would you have just gone back to Buenos Aires again?
Yes. All things being equal I would choose walks on the shady side of the street, ice cream expeditions, the occasional steak, and bottles of Malbec over frozen nards and my fruitless search for work.
Or my search for fruitless work.
Take your pick.