And with that, my life has been uprooted again.
I have been accepted into grad school!
A solemn acceptance of my fate ahead was sealed as I read my offer of admission via email last Thursday. I actually got in, unconditionally; my file at The Faculty of Graduate Studies is considered complete. I don't have to write the GMAT...all I have to do is say yes.
It took me 8 days to reply to the Faculty of Medicine (from which the MHA is being offered). I needed time to assess what a Yes meant for me, my family, and life as I knew it.
Saying yes meant I would be immediately broke starting September.
Saying yes meant moving into a bigger home would likely have to be put on hold.
Saying yes meant I would be spending less time with family.
Saying yes meant I would be stressing out a lot more than I already do (I'm anticipating meds.)
Saying yes meant I would not add Child #3 to my family....for now.
I'm ok with the first four points. The last point was a little bit hard to face.
But, you know, I have to remain firm in my belief that what is meant to be will be. Life is too short to be wondering about the what ifs.
Eight days later, and I believe.
I could've dissected this decision to apply to grad school with a finer-toothed comb, but it's because I believe in the fate that leads me, I'll be ok.
And so goes my reply... "I am writing to inform you that I happily accept the offer of admission granted by The Faculty of Graduate Studies and I am extremely excited to be entering the MHA program in September 2011."
I need another sip of my Malibu sitting beside me: it's finally kicking in.
Cheers to the long 2 year ride ahead!