In recent news, I have been rejected by Temple University, the only school I would have stayed in Philly for. This time last year, I wasn't aware that I could find such a school, let alone in Temple. So I didn't quite comprehend the rejection at first, so much so that I couldn't even feel sad. However, I was accepted to Pratt Institute for creative writing. It's actually my dream school, I just never thought I'd get in. Although the issue of affording to live/support myself in New York scares the fuck out of me, I am intensely excited to move back to the city that I hold so dearly in my heart.
The moment I enter New York is always an epic one for me. Driving through Staten Island to get to Brooklyn and Queens provides me with a sensation that I have never experienced in anything else. It is an overwhelming feeling of finally being home. I haven't even lived in New York for six years, and in a sense I don't feel like a true New Yorker when it comes to things like my lack of knowledge in the subway system. However, I believe that in many cases, if you are born in New York or grew up in New York, no amount of time can change the fact that inside you remains the city's incredible spirit. I know I must sound incredibly cheesy, but when I walk through its streets, I know with all of my heart that it is where I belong. That it is part of my cosmic path to become acquainted with the various aspects of this beloved city.
So in the end, I think my Temple rejection is another sign that the universe is constantly conspiring to shower us with blessings. If I had been accepted to Temple, my mom wouldn't even let me consider going to Pratt, and though I did love Temple, I'd really be choosing it to avoid disappointing my mother. This way, New York is my only choice. Don't underestimate the compassion of the cosmos. Seemingly awful events are woven into our paths purposely to lead us somewhere amazing, even if we can't quite see it at first.