Today has been an amazing day. First, I got a job interview from one of the resumes that I mailed out to businesses in my new town. Second, I finalized my apartment and moving situation (although I did sadly find out that I have no microwave in my new apartment). And finally, I received my graduate school acceptance!

I am so very excited that I've gotten in. My family had no doubts in my ability, but I must admit that part of me was scared that it just wouldn't work out. I knew that I am a strong candidate and student, but I just feared that my dreams wouldn't be what God or the school wanted for me. Here we are though! An offical graduate school enrollee!

This is a completely new chapter for me. I struggled over the last few days with my decision to move four hours away from home. I doubted my ability to move somewhere that I don't know anyone without a job and without a purpose in the world (I don't do well with no purpose if you haven't noticed).

So now I feel so much more confident in my decision to move. For one, I feel like this is where I am supposed to be. Graduate school is a very good option for me. I still feel strongly for my decision to pursue a Master's in Social Work and a career in counseling. Not only for the better pay and employment, but for the general purpose that I think it gives my life.

I'm scared of moving so far away especially since I still don't have confirmed employment yet. I'm scared of being that far from my mom and my best friend. I'm scared that the money is going to be an issue or that a job just won't come through. I hate to rely on my parent's anymore or use my savings up.

However, I am still so ecstatic about graduate school. Just the fact that I've been accepted is really enough for me. I loved the feeling of completing undergraduate, but for me it just wasn't enough. I am a high achiever. Graduate school really makes sense.

I don't think that the next two years of actual classes and working will be that exciting. I think it will be hard and monotonous and maybe even boring at times. I only have undergraduate to compare to though and I've heard that graduate school is much more fun since it's tailored to your interests and not biology or calculus. It's the long term meaning of this acceptance that excites me.

I'm one step closer to becoming a licensed counselor who can work with chronically ill patients and make a difference in the lives that I so cherish and relate to. I cannot wait to open my own practice and focus on the patients that I love to chat with now. To make it a career and to make it official is the most exciting part of all this.

I just hope that I can make it successfully until January when school starts and through the next two years without ruining my physical or mental health. Or my savings account.