This week, I applied for a new job. I love my job, but I wish it was closer to home. Also, my job may turn out to be a temporary project, so there is no guarantee that I’ll have a job in a few more years. So I applied for a new job closer to home. It would be at one of the best universities in the South. I don’t know why I feel guilty about applying, except I’d leave my current employer in a major bind. However, I may not even be considered for the job I applied for. In the meantime, I’ll probably still feel guilty until I find out one way or another about this other job.