Well, it's finally happened. Dave has been accepted to a doctoral program. Two actually - University of Glasgow (Scotland) and Louisiana State University.
After two years of nothing but rejection, this third round of applications was much more successful. What does this mean for us? It looks like a move in the fall is imminent. "Where" is the real question. And I'm supposed to be happy, about this, right? Right.
And I am. Sort of. The thing is, I was so ready for this last year. AND the year before. I practically had my bags packed. But Dave didn't get accepted last year or the year before. He got accepted this year.
But this year we have (deeper) roots. We have (more) friends. We became members of our church. We have church friends. We know the good (and bad) places to eat. We know the roads. We have security. And now we have to say goodbye to all of that. It doesn't make me happy. At least not right now. In fact I'd go as far as to say that it makes me sad.
HOWEVER, I have always, ALWAYS promised myself that I would live life to the fullest and never let fear keep me from experiencing something new. I have never wanted to live in the same place for my entire life. And it's a permanent dream of mine to see as much of the world as I can. I will trade comfort for adventure every time. At least that's what I've always said. It looks like it's time to put my money where my mouth is.
Right now we are waiting to hear from both schools about the funding/scholarships, etc. they can offer Dave. We won't make a decision on where to call home until we have that piece of the puzzle.
In many ways this is awesome. I'm riding Dave's coat tails straight to my dreams. It's just that going toward my dreams means going away from the people that I love. It's a hard pill to swallow. I'm starting now so that hopefully by the time moving day arrives I will have already washed it down with a few buckets of tears.
I'll leave you with some Tom Petty lyrics to sum up my thoughts. He always says it better than I can.
It's time to move on, time to get going
What lies ahead, I have no way of knowing
But under my feet, baby grass is growing
It's time to move on, it's time to get going
Thursday, February 25, 2010
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