Following one's heart

When I had made my application for Middlesex, I was not too certain that was the way to go as it was all based on my medical problems and the need to be in London to resolve them. But if I were to take the medical problems out of the equation, the solution was clear: I had to follow my heart. I emailed the course leader at my favourite university and got an encouraging reply.

After all the heartache and tears, yesterday was a day of joy: I got accepted at my favourite university. So, come September, I shall be studying in a little town in the NW of England called Ormskirk. Now I must tie up all loose ends and move there.

My biggest fear at the moment is not being able to secure accommodation there (I can't be accommodated in halls because I have a child). No accommodation = no studying. But I will cross each bridge as I come to it. Right now I have to think positively.

On the health front, I am now on a different anti-depressant, but can't report on it as it is still early days yet.