This really great and awesome thing happened to me.
[dramatic pause]
I got an acceptance letter from a University abroad.
It was something I was hoping for. Something I had actually been dreaming about ever since I was a little kid. What would it be like to go to another country? To study with all sorts of new and cool people?
I always imagined it must be the most best and coolest thing in the whole world (yeah -- 10-year old me didn't really have that big a vocabulary).
And fall 2012 I’ll be on a different continent for 4 months, living this dream.
I am an optimist by heart. I always see potential and opportunity and have always told myself that dreams do come true.
And now they have.
And I am scared shitless.
What do I do now? How do I cope? Now that I actually got what I wanted, I have all these things to do. Letters to write and send. People to talk to. Tuition-fee to pay. Plane-tickets to buy.
I’m overwhelmed and all I really want to do is hide in my bed with a bowl of chocolate icecream.
But I can’t.
My normal life is still going about its merry way. I still have to write school-projects. I still have obligations at work. I still have to do my freaking taxes. I still have to do the dishes (unfortunately).
I have these two realities, my dream-life and my ‘normal’-life, and right now they are crashing into each other.
Is this what it always feels like when dreams come true?
