"You looked at me and smiled, said get ready to get wild..."

So last night I talked to my Dad about the fact I will go to South Africa and that I am looking for an exchange program or a job to get me there and if I found one would he be able to help me in some way. This did not go how I imagined. There was no yes he would do what he could and there was no, no can't really afford to. It was pretty much along the lines of... "If you wanted to go to Melbourne, Sydney, San Francisco, Philadelphia even - I would help, but not South Africa, as a parent I cannot support this decision the only thing I can gaurantee is a flight home." I explained to him that this was something I had to do and I just had to take a risk and he said, "There's sky diving and then there's sky diving without a parachute." (trust him to be funny when shooting me down) So basically the one place I had hoped might provide me an avenue just went down the drain. I had to get off the phone so I didn't cry in front of him, because I was totally shattered. Felt like my last door slammed shut in my face, it is not the case but damn it felt bad at the time. Nan says the universe will provide, so I just have to believe that or I'd probably fall to pieces - because the thought of waiting two years to get there to be with her crushes me. | Previous - Diaryland - Next