I guess I'm waiting to see if I get accepted in them, and if I do, if things change for me down there. I'm a "people pleaser" and it feels as though if I don't give them a try, assuming I am accepted, it's a slap in the face to my kids. And, as stupid as this sounds, I'm afraid if I do go back to my condo, I won't be happy there either. That's where the depression and anxiety could sneak in. But, at least up there, I could go out somewhere and know where I was and how to get home. Here, I can't do that.
abby