I was working on a post, one about how stressful waiting can be.
Because that what our lives have been the last couple months. Waiting. Waiting to know what the future holds. Waiting to make plans. The kids waiting for Christmas. There has been a whole lot of waiting.
I hate waiting. I hate the feeling of putting our lives on hold. I hate waiting to start living our lives. Because this IS our life. Small and simple as it is. I don't want to keep waiting.
The waiting is stressful.
But the post that I was waiting to publish, well, I don't have to.
The waiting is over. Well, some of it.
Hubster found out today that he was accepted to dental school.
He called me into the office were we saw the word on his application: Admitted.
We hugged, jumped around like silly kids we actually are, and cried. This was the moment we were waiting for when two and a half years ago, Hubster decided to go back to school, work on some prerequisites, and start the whole process. This was the moment we were waiting for when we were dipping into our 401K to pay the extra tuition costs when he still needed two more classes and we couldn't get any student loans to pay for them (since Hubster already had two bachelors degrees and therefore didn't qualify.) This was the moment we were waiting for when we invested in a suit and Hubster went for his interview. This was the moment that we have been painfully waiting for every single day since then.
Exactly what this means for our future, I'm still in the process of wrapping my head around.
For now, what this means is that Hubster will start dental school in the fall.
And that the waiting is over.