The only job I could find was to tap maple trees and I didn't get an interview.
After falling in love with a McGill University medical student who was in his final year, I moved to a small New Hampshire town. He was an American who had signed up for a four-year New Hampshire residency. I decided to follow him to New Hampshire.
After a year, without a job I returned to him, but was miserable. I missed my former vibrant social and professional life, as a newspaper journalist, who lived in Toronto, Montreal, and Paris. It was before the internet, so making new friends seemed impossible. My boyfriend was often absent or tired because he worked long hours. We were on a very tight budget because his residency salary was so low. It was also a two-hour commute to the nearest town.