Last time I was so happy it made my cry happened almost 9 years ago.
Tomorrow will be a day when I listen to every knock on the door, every ring of the phone. That admissions package is bound to come soon. And as soon as I have it I might be able to breathe.
To finally take a breath.
I am far not done, yet this gives me hope, and credulence, and everything I've lost years ago. I made it. I made it myself. I manipulated my way through business creeps to build the resume. I wrote the application on my own. I took the tests. I graduated from high schools. I made it happen on my own.
My father would be proud.