After three weeks of not having much to do, there was a frantic scramble over the last three days. The result of which is that I have to pack my bags and move once again. I often wonder if the blood of the voyager lives in me.
This time though, I am going to a happy place. I received an offer to study Speech-Language Pathology from my dream school. I am going to the States! And it makes me a happy girl.
Bizarre events have happened over the last three weeks. It has spooked me. From cemeteries to robberies to stabbings. A friend once told me, if it is meant to be, the journey will be very very smooth. But this fork along the road has been full of obstacles, so perhaps I made a wrong turn somewhere.
I definitely believe in signs.