After the moving service packed up my home, an Au Pair, a toddler, and two cats piled into my Subaru Outback. I waved goodbye to the Marine Corps and a little known Army base at 95th Street in Brooklyn, the Verrazano Bridge shrinking behind us, to finally join my husband in Cambridge, Massachusetts. He was getting his masters at MIT.
One year after plopping $2K to reserve my grad school seat (a seat I later deferred), I’ve decided not to get my MBA. I have many reasons for this, really.