I'm going to Spain. I can feel it in my heart, there's no way that it can't happen.
They say that if you believe in something hard enough it will be real. I always thought that with my very skeptical disposition this method of accomplishment would be impossible for me. But from the moment I received my inscrita number of 553, I have known. I started talking about it as if it were already a sure thing.
I have chosen not to renew my cell phone contract. I have taken out a small loan for unexpected expenses. I've opened a separate banking account for money that I've already started saving up. I'm putting up with a job while doing my student teaching so that I can use that waitressing job to make good money this summer before I go off. I've started to not buy things because I'm just going have to get rid of them when I go over seas.
And then, yesterday, I checked my email. The Cultural Ambassadors February Newsletter says that they'll be making their first placements starting March 15th. My nerves are a wreck. I know I'm going. But I want to KNOW I'm going.
Can I possible stay focused on my current life for the next two weeks while I wait for this moment?
