Let’s rewind. I wrote the following back on June 5:

Speaking of Brad, I’m happy to announce that last night he found out he was accepted into the school he wanted. This is really good news because it’s the same school where I was accepted for a graduate program. Certain other circumstances—circumstances that I can’t discuss here unfortunately—need to fall into place before we can take advantage of these opportunities…

Well today, three weeks later, pretty much none of those circumstances have fallen into place. I thought in three weeks we’d make some progress, especially since we’ve been working on this for so many months, and because time is running out very quickly.

I try to stay positive because everyone tells me to, they say when you think positive!, everything works out for you. So that’s what I’m doing. Or trying to do. Mostly though, I spend my time freaking out.

The worst part is that I have so little control over the things that need to happen. And neither does Brad. We both do everything that we can possibly do, but mostly we have to wait and see. This wait and see crap? It’s killing me. I don’t do well with wait and see. Wait and See, they can both kiss my ass. Or more aptly, kick my ass, as they’re doing now.

I can’t see the other side of this yet, but I know it’s there, somewhere. I can’t wait to be on the other side.