It only took a moment to fully commit to coming to India. Once I had made the decision that I was going to go (rather come), that was it. I might as well have signed a contract in my blood. Although, there were many things that led to that decision. I had to experience truly wanting, that desire to have something so bad that I was willing to push myself, and do what I could to have that one thing. I had that need, that desire, and I took action, then I there was the final step: losing the thing that I longed for, failing to get what I desired. Unlike the decision to go to India, letting go was a long and painful process that I reluctantly went through. I stumbled, and fell apart. I had almost completed the puzzle, but it was thrown across a room, scattered and I was blindly trying to piece it back together.
In searching for the scattered pieces, I found a better way, a better option. I had shelved my dream of travelling, figuring that I wouldn’t have the funds or the chance to do it. I had been working a steady full-time job, and had a load of money.
I remembered a friend of mine from high school going on a study abroad with BYU. I was so envious of her when I looked at her pictures, and wished I could go. But, what was stopping me now? I approached the parental units with the idea, to which my mom replied “I actually had been thinking that same thing! I hadn’t thought of where you should go, but I felt like you should do something like this.”
We looked into it right away. It was only offered for the fall semester, and dammit, I had just missed the application deadline by a few weeks. Rather than wait a year and half, I figured that I would email the contact and ask if there was a late application date. Within 24 hours he replied, asking if I could call him that night.
In searching for the scattered pieces, I found a better way, a better option. I had shelved my dream of travelling, figuring that I wouldn’t have the funds or the chance to do it. I had been working a steady full-time job, and had a load of money.
I remembered a friend of mine from high school going on a study abroad with BYU. I was so envious of her when I looked at her pictures, and wished I could go. But, what was stopping me now? I approached the parental units with the idea, to which my mom replied “I actually had been thinking that same thing! I hadn’t thought of where you should go, but I felt like you should do something like this.”
We looked into it right away. It was only offered for the fall semester, and dammit, I had just missed the application deadline by a few weeks. Rather than wait a year and half, I figured that I would email the contact and ask if there was a late application date. Within 24 hours he replied, asking if I could call him that night.
