So after settling down to the fact that I won't see the one I love for a year and after that maybe we'll only have a few full days before parting ways for another year, I get news from New York to come down for a final interview (it's a job I went to an interview for before I left). It looks like I may get the job and was told to come in right away, with the person signing off as "the sooner the better for us''.
Wow, what a mean detour. One decision to make that'll determine a lot of things. And all the while I'm screaming ''I'm not ready, I'm not ready to make a decision, I'm not ready to pack again, I just got here! I just accepted the fact so painstakingly to go to the UK, what is this?''
I panic (in both the positive and negative sense) as I go away to a corner and figure out what God wants me to learn from all this.
P/S: Screaming softly (how do you scream softly anyway) because here's a chance to see the one I love again, and we can be merry, happy, gay and go ''yay'' everyday together again. Panicking in the negative sense because I'd be losing a great opportunity to advance academically - and I can kinda only have one or the other, for now (I'll save you the logistic details of it, which I promise will just bore you).
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