I cried for six hours last night. I never expected this decision to be easy, but I was hoping it wouldn't be this hard either. In the back of my mind I was hoping I would only get into one school and the decision would be made for me. I'm horrendously bad at making mundane decisions, I apparently fall to pieces when a real decision must be made.
Nonethless, we made a decision. For two weeks we got used to the idea of going to Illinois. It wasn't ideal, but it was somewhere. I visited the school and it seemed like somewhere I could see myself surviving, but that's just it. Surviving. It is obviously the safe choice. And for a while it seemed like it would be the only option for us.
Then came the acceptance to San Bernardino. I was in disbelief for a day or so. I had resigned myself to Illinois, but now a whole new world of opportunity I didn't expect was coming into view. A world of culture, sunshine, mountains, oceans, celebrities, and in-n-out was now within reach. To me, it would be stupid not to take the opportunity, right? Tim had his concerns. I, on the other hand, decided to throw caution to the wind and give into my desire to get the hell out of the midwest.
Maybe.
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