These are questions I just don't know the answers to. I had a crying, panicky fit a little more than a year ago, before I left for Seattle. I was extremely worried that I was making the wrong choice. I never give into this feeling anymore; my chronic anxiety makes every choice seem like a potentially terrible idea. Still, it would be nice to be able to trust one's instincts.
My instincts are saying that going back to Indy is a losing game. But to quote John Cusack in High Fidelity, "my guts have shit for brains."
So, here goes nothing. After 12 more shifts here in Seattle, of course.