I think that whenever I get anxious about life, I start daydreaming about new adventures. It’s my coping mechanism. So I think about where I could move, what I could do instead, what drastic changes I could make. And I’m pretty sure that the Midwest always seems like a good idea.
If I moved to Duluth, MN, I could find a one bedroom apartment for in between $500-$600. And I’m sure I could easily find a job. The biggest attraction, naturally, being the bearded, flannel plaid wearing, ice fishing men. (They are there; don’t deny it.)
If I moved to Deerfield, IL, I could attend TEDS, going further into debt, but at a much more academically inclined school. (I’ve considered them for a ThM, if I should ever get one.)
Or sometimes I consider going back into Nursing. I could do that here, or nearly anywhere. But I don’t think I want to be a nurse so much as I want to know I can support myself.
A year isn’t much time. And that’s when I’ll be done with my MABS. I like the life I’m building here; I’d like to stay when I’m done. But I suppose a lot just depends on what God throws my way.