I received an acceptance letter from one of the schools I visited. A huge weight was lifted off my chest, because even though I believe I can deal with graduate studies its assuring to see that others believe that as well.

Despite this, I've been a little depressed lately. A lot has happened as of late that has been affecting my mood, and for some odd reason I let it get to me.

I'm glad I have the support of my family. Two years ago, my parents would of scoffed at my choices of schools, and would of made sure that I applied to a college close to home. Now, they are very supportive of my education, despite where I decide to apply. When I told my dad that I got my acceptance letter, he told me to "make him proud". However, leaving them also worries me, because I imagine my parents to be a little less happy with another one of their kids gone.

I've managed to stay chipper and happy throughout the visits despite my injury, but being unable to put weight on my foot is starting to wear me down. I've been off my foot for two months. I have adjusted to the crutches, but I would like to see some progress with this injury. My appointment is long overdue, at least to me. The earliest the doctor can meet up with me is April, and I was scheduled to be at least weight bearing by the end of March.

Realizing that this move is going to be a huge culture shock, I want to soak in all that I can of my home town before moving across the continent. And I'm afraid that I won't have enough time to do so. But this is the least of my worries.

At random times out of the day, I struggle with my feelings towards many things. The huge move, the people I'm leaving behind, the ones I love, the things I love, the uncertainty the future holds, whether I will walk again (forget fencing, I just want to walk)... I just know that this is what I want. As for the people I will leave behind, I will cherish their memories and the time I've spent with them... and look forward to the times I will share with them in the future.

Fencing has been a huge part of my life these past couple of years. I've met such amazing people, been through grueling times and have grown immensely from the experience. A few years back, I could not imagine living without it. Being injured has not discouraged me from the sport, but has changed my priorities. I am not a world class athlete, so I do not believe I can return to the previous condition that I was at before the injury. The way I have been treated throughout this injury and the reluctance I had towards taking in charge of my well-being has solidified this in my mind. Coming to terms with this and the lack of opportunities to develop as an fencer has been hard on me. But it is just a shift in priorities now.

Its scary, this whole change stuff. But a year ago, I was pining for this. Talk about getting what you wanted...