London or New York

If I go to the UK I’m going to commit myself to a minimum of four years there. One year for my masters and three for my PhD, which is so much shorter than here in the US. Not that I think a PhD will grant me a better future, for there is no guarantee, and our fates are more often simple chance. Still I find it worth it if for nothing more than when I meet people at parties and they ask if it is Miss or Mrs. I can say, “It’s doctor.” Even if I only do it once, it is totally worth it.

However, if I choose to remain in the states, it might not be worth the cost in time that I will spend on a degree program here. I am not old, but I am old enough that I do not want to spend a possible six to eight years more in school. Unless of course they give me money. Then, you know, that’s money.

I go back and forth, London or New York, London or New York, and I know there is not a wrong choice. There is, however, a better choice, but I do not know which one it is. For I also know that things rarely turn out as planned (otherwise I would be a millionaire). This is neither bad nor good, but it is the way things are. Maybe I will never know which is the better choice, maybe neither are. But I suppose I have come too far to turn back. And it is also time for change; time to move on to London or New York, old cities of the new and old world, prestigious universities, and places that will change my life.