This moment where there is only possibility
I applied to nearly every law school in Canada, was accepted to more than one, and then struggled to decide where to go. Halifax or Vancouver? Toronto or Victoria? East or West? Snow or rain?
In the midst of this self-inflicted agony, someone turned to me and said, nothing is better than this, this moment where there is only possibility and you get to choose where to go and what to be. Next year, you could be living in any corner of this country, in any apartment, on any street. There is beauty in this choice.
Last night, I spread my travel books on the kitchen table and thought, that’s how I feel right now. Like a woman with a handful of acceptance letters. A few tomorrows from now, I could be in Harare or Lilongwe or Maputo or anywhere in between.