Decisions, Schmisions

To those of you who have asked me via email what the name of this "#1 choice" school is: I'm not ignoring you. I'm just very superstitious and I haven't gotten my scholarship info in the mail yet. For some reason I think if I tell you the name of the school this will somehow change this number from a big number to a small or non-existent number. Yes, logically this does not make much sense. (Invoke Chandler: Much sense?!) Still, humor me. I should get the big envelope today (Postal services gods be willing) and I will shout it from the virtual rooftops.

So, in my mind I am enrolling in this school. I've spent the majority of my free time in the past two days on the admitted students' website. I've been making arrangements to attend the admitted students' weekend. I've begun looking into housing possibilities (and they look good! The cost of living in this city is very reasonable!). I've been researching the public transportation system.

So what is the problem? you might ask. The problem is soon-to-be Mr. WhyLaw still has his hopes on staying here. Even though he likes the new city, he would rather stay here. I, on the other hand, do not want to stay here. Not even a little bit. I don't want to be Ms. Bossy New-Wife but I really want to go to this school. Not to be melodramatic, but it's my academic dream come true.

I guess we'll just have to wait and see what the other schools have to say. But to me, my mind is made up. And I'm pretty stubborn.