Don't ask me what I'm doing to do with it...

In the past six months, Adam and I have found ourselves constantly having to make the "grown up" decisions. Most decisions were based on school, where should Adam apply, where should Adam actually go? Where will we live? Do we buy a house? Should we keep renting? When do we decide to start a family? We were getting really sick of having to make decisions that we felt would impact our educational, working, familial and financial future. Finally after deciding that Adam would attend USU for a 2 year masters program, we decided that we'd stay in the house we're in and keep renting (mostly because the thought of moving again almost brought me to tears). I thought we were home free. Well, Adam was home free but apparently, subconsciously, I like to be stressed out by decisions weighing over my head. That's the only explanation I can come up with.

While Adam was making his decisions about grad school, I was constantly being asked if I was going to get a masters as well. I'd laugh and say, "Oh I might but I want Adam to finish his schooling first." When realistically, I wouldn't mind going back to school. After a few nudges from Adam and family, I decided to apply for the American Studies/Folklore program at USU.

I had 30 days to get all of my transcripts, MAT/GRE scores, recommendation letters and writing samples turned in. It was a mad dash but somehow (a miracle) it all came together and then I sat. And sat. And sat. Everything had been turned in for weeks. I was getting anxious, telling myself that I'd be OK with either decision... I just needed a decision to relieve my nerves.

Yesterday I found out I was accepted. It's still sinking in, I'm still asking myself if I really want to put in another 2- 2 1/2 years of schooling, part time jobs and constant stress. I'm excited. Really, really excited. But, don't ask me what I plan to do with an Bachelors of English and a Masters in Folklore. I haven't gotten that far yet.