While in Missouri, we checked out the Rockhurst campus (above) to consider it as an option for Matt’s DPT (Doctor of Physical Therapy) degree. While we wandered the lush campus and tried to avoid the chiggers (which bit me all up and down my legs), it hit me:
This is our last year of certainty.
By that, I mean that unless catastrophe or tragedy strikes, we know exactly what our plan is for this year: I’m going to teach for another year at Harris and Matt’s going to finish up his degree and work part-time at USU.
And that’s where our road map ends.
Right now, we’re in the thick of possibilities as Matt prepares to take the GRE, fills out his applications for various PT schools around the country, and continues to get volunteer hours at the hospital under his belt. Right now, a hundred different doors wait down the hall, and we have no idea which one we’re going to go through—in a year, will we be in Kansas City, living with my dad? Will we be here in Utah? Will we be out in the middle-of-nowhere Wyoming, consoling ourselves with the fact that they at least pay their teachers really well?
It’s unnerving.
I’ve always been the kind of person that generally feels more comfortable once a decision has been made, so all this uncertainty freaks me out. I like to plan, I like to prepare, and I generally like to know what’s going on in the short-term future.
But most of our life will be decided for us in March or April, when we start to hear back from all the grad schools. It will be those phone calls that will determine whether my Utah teaching license will be used, or whether I will need to search the requirements and certify for another state. It will be those decisions in the hands of other people that will determine where we move, how much money we’ll have to go into debt for, and where we’re going to live.
Matt keeps telling me not to worry and that it will all work out. I know, deep down, that of course it will. Even if he doesn’t get accepted anywhere this first year (heaven forbid), things will still work out.
I just hate having major life changes be completely out of my hands.
But I guess that’s how life is, eh?
Do you have a time of uncertainty coming up? Or that you just got over?
