Hello Dear Readers!
Missed me? I’ve been gone for a few weeks now- and I promise I have good reasons why. First, I just spent three weeks in Australia, where my internet access consisted of…well, almost nothing basically. I might as well have fed my phone to a kangaroo for all the good it was worth.
But I’ve been back for a few weeks now, and I’ve been struggling to make one of the most difficult choices in my life.
You guys may have remembered that I said I was attending the University of Edinburgh in the fall. Such was the plan for most of this year, as I made my way around the world, hopping from place to place and having the time of my life.
However, a few months ago I was offered my dream job. My dream job.
And I took it. I made plans to move my life (and dogs) across the country and settle down for what I hoped was a good long time.
But there was always something in the back of my mind. Something wondering…a niggling little thought.
What if I went to Edinburgh? What if?
So I was stuck with a problem. Dream school or dream job? You guys will recognize this as a gold-plated problem. But a problem it was indeed. Because, you see, these choices were 180 degrees different, and choosing one essentially meant I lost the other. For good.
Like I said, I chose my dream job.
But then the what ifs got me.
And I realized that while my dream job was the dream for the person I was- the girl who lived to work and, essentially, just wanted to be a badass- my dream school is the dream for the person who I want to be.
And so, for the first time in my life, I am choosing the risky road. I am choosing happiness. I am choosing me.
I’ll see you all in Scotland.