While going over my schedule for the upcoming semester, I happened across a link to the required texts.
Not only have I registered for my first semester of GRADUATE SCHOOL (oh boy!)--but I have the books for two of my classes already too.
They were waiting on me when I got home from work.
I squealed. Yes, really.
There are three books and a little over a month to go before I leave.
Everything scary and thrilling all at once wrapped between shiny paperback covers.
I have managed to read one short story contained within one of the two new collections of stories. I scrolled through the list of MFA programs mentioned in the back.
It was like looking at old friends:
How ya doing, Houston?
Look! It's George Mason.
What have you been up to, Florida?
The crazy ride that started more than a year ago (or more than 30) is about to reach a new level. My knuckles are past white as I grip on to everything I have, everything I am. Preparing myself to let go and woosh! along with the force of a dream.
A dream realized? A dream so deferred I didn't remember what it looked like in the first place--I remember now, and I might be ready.