After further investigation, one of the schools I was accepted into is not the best fit for me. This school was the only one which would have been commutable. That means one thing: I will be moving. Somewhere.
The thought of moving out both excites and worries me. It’s a brand new experience, and I would get a space that is truly my own. On the other hand, I would be alone.
It’s time, and I get it. But it’s also bittersweet.