News!

Today I finally heard from school! - the answer is to wait some more. *deflating*

I am having my doubts about my choice of schools. All the research, the talking with people, and I was confident that this school would be the best fit.

But I am absolutely shocked at the lack of organization and communication I have encountered. Seriously, classes begin in 3 weeks all I have is a verbal promise of acceptance. No classes, no fees list, no schedule.

At Liberty of London - a place that fills me with as much excitement and anticipation as I have been feeling these days. 

We have done this whole process backwards: First I applied, but when I was told that I wouldn't even get an interview until the end of July, we took a chance. I gave notice to my job, and signed a lease on an apartment in a new city. That, my friends, is faith (and perhaps a bit of over confidence ;) ).

But I am convinced that all my research has not been in vain. I still think, even if the administration is a horror, that the school and education must be sound. So I am not so much worried, as terribly excited and impatient to get my course list, book list, supplies list....I do love lists! And getting school supplies. A bouquet of freshly sharpened pencils may be in order.

Waiting and Reading

Two weeks since my interview and still I wait to hear about classes, loans, next steps etc. In some ways I think most of life is waiting, preparing, itching to get a move on. And then when I finally am allowed to move on, I usually protest and grieve for "the way things were". I am very fickle.

Since coming home from our travelling adventure just 2 months ago, we have been living in the "between". Between our parents, between Victoria and Vancouver, between what was, what is, and what will be. It has been a roller coaster for my mind and spirit, all this hopping and leaping back and forth, trying to hard to keep a brave face on. The truth is I am exhausted, and very ready for what is coming next. I actually think that going to school is going to be a break.

I am blessed with the dearest mother. I think above anyone she truly empathizes with these unsettled times. She did summers that were very similar, back when she had three small children to take care of. We called it furlough, and it was a time of being in a new bed every night, eating dinner with a different acquaintance, telling the same stories, and being gracious through the whole ordeal. We are introverts, and let me assure you that it was (and is) an ordeal. Not only does she understand, she also knows exactly what I need.

A good book to loose myself in: The Shell Seekers by Rosamund Pilcher.