Emerald City?

I chose door number 2... I have started classes at Seacoast career school and I'm studying to be a medical assistant. I have just finished my second week and I'm already feeling those qualms. Is this what I should be doing? Is it me? My background is in liberal arts. I have a Master's degree in Education. Now I'm going to a trade school. I'm not saying that it's not good enough for me, it's just really different. The classes are hard for me. Memorizing medical terms and learning how to take vital signs. This is all a foreign land.

Right now I'm learning about the nervous system and reading about generalized anxiety disorder and bipolar disorder has made me depressed all weekend.

I really thought that I'd start classes (which are every day except Friday) and my depression would go away. I think that's what my husband thought too because he was so behind the whole thing and now whenever I show the least bit of apprehension he gets all nervous and exasperated. God, if it was that easy to get rid of depression, everyone would be signing up at their local community college.

I have to admit, it's good when I'm there. I'm not alone anyway. It's these weekends when I have to do all the housework, the kids and the studying that things get a bit overwhelming.

It's at these times that I obsess about getting away. I start hating my house, my body, this town. I dream about those poppy fields and I want to be with my other self out there on the open road... she is searching for a better way. She wants to see if the desert has a healing effect like she hears it does. She wants to walk in that sand with bare feet in a sundress. She wants to see the west. What will happen to my Poppy? Will the wicked witch of the west catch up with her? I don't know. Poppy is trying to start her own website on the road-- posting in coffee shops and wherever she can pick up a signal. I wonder where she is now and I wish I was with her.

To Your Dreams,

Jen