After we bled our savings account dry to save D a spot at the med school in WV, a month or so went by and he got an interview at a school in Erie, and then a few weeks later, at a school in Philadelphia. Both of these seemed better options than the first, so off to two more interviews we went.
For the Philly interview, we drove to D's family in Hershey, PA, and then D's mom drove us into Philly for the interview. About half way there, the tread ripped off one of the tires, and D had to change the tire in the dark, on the shoulder of the turnpike, in his boxers so that his dress clothes didn't get dirty. Still, we made it to the interview in time.
We went home and waited - and finally heard back from Erie. They were accepting D to their literally brand new campus just south of Pittsburgh. He would be part of the very first class.
And then we heard from Philadelphia. Wait listed.
And then three days later, accepted. So we had to decide. Stay close to my family, or closer to D's? Big city, or small town? New school, or old, well-known campus?
In the end, it wasn't much of a choice. We both knew the school in Philly was the better place for D, even though deciding to move across the state seemed strange.
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