It’s drizzly and cold outside today – a sad day. I woke up at 10:34 a.m. to a nightmare and feeling nauseous. This isn’t the post I was expecting to write today. My first action upon awakening was to check email. I had a message from the Culinary School. It appears that Student #8 is arriving this week to look for housing and he will be attending school. I am nothing less than heartbroken.
As of Friday, it sounded like I had a ninety percent chance of making it into Culinary School. I finished my application last night, refigured my finances and even wrote a thank you note to “E”, who has been lending me a friendly ear these last few weeks. I’ve been daydreaming about my upcoming days in school. This morning’s news changes everything.
I must once again put my 17-year-old dream on hold. I haven’t wanted anything this big or this badly for some time. Why am I always disappointed?