It’s been a week since I was supposed to hear about my admissions decision, so I finally called the program director today to check in. They’ve been busy with summer school and haven’t been able to assemble the application review team. He said, Thanks for your understanding. I didn’t say anything. You do understand, don’t you? I was so stunned at learning that I have to wait at least another week that I went speechless, which didn’t seem to please him. Ooops.

It’s just that every single thing in my life is suspended now. I can’t make a plan. I can’t list my house for rent. I have only about four weeks before I’d have to leave here to drive across the country. I have to find a place to live there. There are millions of things I need to do to wrap up life here and start over 3000 miles away. But for now it’s all swinging just out of my reach.

This seems to be a crucial turning point in my life, yet I can’t turn when I’m standing still. The one good thing (maybe) about all this waiting is that it’s given me time to ponder whether or not I really want to do this master’s program. I have concluded, without reservation, that I do. Interestingly, all my friends think it’s perfect for me too.