I got my first rejection letter from grad school today. I wasn’t quite sure how I felt at first. Dear husband is the one who told me. He said I was surprised. He’s right. It’s not what I expected. I’m sad, of course. Rejection is never something anyone is excited about. I considered not even applying to this school, and it was choice #4 out of 5 for me. It’s cold and pricey there. At least these are the things I’m telling myself because I was rejected. If I’d been expected, I’m sure I’d be hailing the culture, excitement, and adventure that would be the possibility of moving there. I’m ok, but I’m definitely thinking about alternate options should grad school not work out at all. I’ll keep you posted along this journey. Who knows where we’ll end up next year. Only God knows. I know that His plan is perfect, so here we wait.