Yesterday’s road trip didn’t yield many photos but I couldn’t resist this one.
Niall and I drove to an unnamed New England College town (and back) because I had an interview.
There. Now I’ve said it out loud. It must be real.
This particular college has a program designed for non-traditional students. (Upon hearing this term, my mother laughed and muttered something under her breath about how I was indeed non-traditional.)
As Niall and I sat in the Student Center and read through the course catalog I allowed myself to get just a little excited.
This may or may not turn out to be the place where it happens, but the thought of studying so many of the things which interest me—the idea of discovering new subjects that I find exciting—the concept of doing something for my greater good—these are starting to become real possibilities.
My husband is wonderfully supportive. (Sometimes to the point of being a little pushy.) He believes in me so deeply that he’s just about got me believing I can do it. And The Older Boy—he keeps telling me how proud he is of me. Melts my heart.
What once seemed to be the end of a chapter may now be the beginning of a whole new one. I’ll keep you posted.
Thanks for visiting.