The year I matched, I was the last the person in the world one would expect to relocate. I was married to a person whose support (and to be honest, income) made my pursuit of a PhD possible. I had three children still in school, two dogs, and I owned a home.
Moving seemed impossible. What would my family do without me? What would I do without my family? I applied to every local site, even those I knew were a poor match. I had never worked with a child a day in my life, but suddenly I found myself applying to every child site within 100 miles of my home. The years spent working in forensic settings suddenly did not matter, as staying put was my only goal.