I've heard from South Carolina: an acceptance. Which is odd, really, because even though it was the one I wanted most, I feel weird issuing an acceptance in return. Now that the decision is almost made, all I can think of are assistantships, scholarships, getting an apartment, not knowing *anyone*, living on my own---really, truly on my own.

Typical of me, of course. As I move through my life, I see and master each worry and fear only to see more worries and fears just beyond them...kinda like the Death Star approaching the Rebel Base on Yavin IV. :) It won't keep me from going forward, I suppose, but it's a pain in the arse anyway.

Huh. That metaphor almost kinda works. Does this mean I'm not fully operational? Powerful enough to destroy an entire planet? The mind boggles....

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