divine angst

I’ve been doing some cleaning out of my email boxes—I guess, since our house is a mess, I feel the need to tidy up where I can, when I can—and I’ve been looking at the emails I’ve gotten from my future school.

In particular, I was reading the email I got that announced my admission, and remembering the utter shock I felt. It’s a nice sort of memory, inspiring very Sally Field-ish, “You like me! You really, really like me!” kinds of feelings.

I probably don’t reflect on this stuff enough, because it is ocurring to me all over again just how lucky I am. I got into a school that was, early on, at the top of my list. I got into a school that meets almost all of my criteria for a law school. I got into a school in the same city as a school my husband got in to—the school that ended up being the best choice for him.

So there will be debt—we knew that going in. So we have hassles to deal with ahead of the fall semester, including moving twice and selling our house and maybe a car and finding a new place to live in our new city.

But so what? We are lucky. We get to go where we want to go. We get to study what we want to study in a city that we are both extremely excited about. We get to be together. I’m glad I chose today to reorganize my email folders. I needed a little wonder back.