I moved my husband with me 200 miles when I started medical school. He had just graduated from college, so he had no real ties other than family. I’d still do it again in a heartbeat. (Of course, there were no med schools in my hometown, but I still might move.)
Oh, and define a “good” medical school. I go to a big state school – certainly not a top-of-the-line school… but I will graduate with significantly less debt that many of my colleagues, and I’m quite happy with the education I received.
I am now preparing to move halfway across the country (my top 3 residency picks are all over 6 hours away), dragging my poor husband, 3 big dogs, 2 cats, 180 gallons of saltwater, and a whole housefull of stuff with me. Gotta sell the house and buy a new one too… (golly, that seems awfully grown up!)
Anyway, moving around is often just part of the plan. I don’t have to worry about kids and schools (the dogs’ obedience classes aren’t much of an issue, and they only sort of worked anyway.) I have friends with kids who are definitely moving across the country to go to their dream residency… and I know others who are compromising to a so-so program for the sake of their families. It just depends on how you feel, and what sort of compromise you can iron out. I’ve been warming my husband up to our impending move for the last 2 years. (He has serious anxiety issues that are exacerbated with stress). Now, he’s actually looking forward to moving. I think I have to buy him a boat, but we’re at least getting somewhere.
Just my :twocents: (actual cash value 1/20c)