Ok.

 

So now that I know, I might as well spread the news.

 

I didn’t get the clinical site in Fargo.  I don’t know why, and I don’t know what to think.  Frankly, my self esteem is about zero right now, and I’d like to fly home and sit with my mom and cry.  Everything that I was so happy about and looking forward to three months ago seems to just be gone, and now I’m frustrated and upset all the time.

 

Instead of going to Fargo, 3 and a half hours away, I’m probably going to end up in Richmond, Virgina.  I used to not mind the idea, but now that it’s less than 3 months away, I don’t want to go that far.  I don’t want to leave my husband, I don’t want to leave my best friend, and I don’t want to leave for seven whole months.

I’m more than a little heart broken, I’ve lost my motivation, and I don’t know what to do right now.  I guess all I can do is just go to work, pretend that I’m happy to be there, and hope three hours goes by faster than three hours.

 

Maybe tomorrow will be a better day.