The Dilemma

The thing is, I can choose to stay in Boston.

I have been accepted to some ivy league schools, with scholarship. For almost everyone, that is really a dream come true.

Even for me.

The thing is, the one school I would really like to get into, the one that matters the most to me, I have not heard from.

Meanwhile, for the others, the clock is ticking. I had to make a choice. And I did.

I sort of accepted one already. Its the oldest school and the ivy in the island of Manhattan.

But I am looking back. Everytime I think about leaving Boston for New York, leaving my husband for most days of the week to be in New York while he stays in Boston, I can hear myself saying I may have made a mistake.

Did I make a mistake? Am I making a mistake?

Now I am thinking about maybe withdrawing my acceptance and gamble on this one school. If I does not work out, cest la vie. I will just try again next year.

But the voice of reason keeps butting in. My little plan is so obscene, its almost blasphemous. What person in his right mind would give up this opportunity?

What to do what to do.

Misleading

I am not a New Yorker, yet. The title is, right this moment, misleading. But in a few months, it will be factually correct-I will be a New Yorker. Whether or not I will remain reluctant, well, remains to be seen.

I am, in fact, for the time being at least, still a Bostonian.

I love Boston. Everything about it. Well alright, probably not everything about it, but the majority of it. The history, the Common, the lovely churches, the T, the Red Sox, the Red Sox fans, the Bruins, the Bruins fans, Boylston and Newbury Streets, Fenuil Hall, even the accent-Boston is just really unlike other cities in the US. And I love it, the majority of it.