divine angst

Stag has made a decison!

I commented over at her place that, now that the choice is made, she’s going to get more and more excited—that’s what’s been happening to me.

What I didn’t say over there, because I’m not sure it’s not just me, is that I also feel the twinge of wistful regret at least once a day, still. Something will remind me of the other city, and I’ll think, “I could be there this fall!” before remembering that, no, I won’t be there. I spent so much time thinking of that other school this spring that it’s hard to get out of the habit of daydreaming about it.

The more time goes by, the more certain I am that our decision was the right one. So it feels strange to still want to check the admitted students’ message board for the other school, to read the newspaper for the other city. Sometimes I think I’d still really love to live in that city—and maybe we’ll get to someday. And when I catch myself in these reveries, I almost feel like punishing my brain for wandering over there: No! Bad mind! We aren’t going there—stop thinking about it! No regrets!

So my message to Stag is this: enjoy knowing you’ve made a decision. If you find yourself thinking about the other school, give those thoughts some credence, let them wander as far as they’ll go—and see how you feel about your decision then. Chances are good you’ll still be happy with your choice.