This morning, I logged onto my UNC portal to find a very disappointing letter from the board of admissions informing me that I had not been accepted to their school.

Not at all what I wanted to hear. (Or in this case, read.)

But, to be honest, I'm not as upset as I thought I'd be. Don't get me wrong—it's a terrible feeling knowing that for the next four years of my life, I will STILL be living in this state that I was so ready to part with, attending a school that I'm not exactly crazy about. But, as cliche as it may sound, everything happens for a reason... Right?

Maybe God knows that I would have been miserable up in North Carolina, so far away from my family and friends. Maybe He doesn't think I'm ready for a life completely separate from all the people I love. Maybe, just maybe, UT really is the school for me. 

Oh well, at least I tried. And that's what counts, I think. Chapel Hill, you were my first love, my true choice, my potential future home away from home. Sadly, we're just not meant to be.

Something good that will come out of this? Now that I won't have to pay the extremely large amount of money to attend UNC, I can look forward to studying abroad in England like I've always wanted. Austin and England in the next few years? I'll take it.