As I suspected since I had not received a phone call, my rejection letter arrived.
I thought it might be better to wrap up the mystery of whether I got in or not sooner rather than a sad story later. I'm not all that sad about it though now. I couldn't walk past my mail box that day and it pulled me to it. I knew what it said before I opened it but I still contacted a Japanese friend to translate for me just because the Kanji was too difficult. I did want it after all. I was scared, I was in two minds about it, I was torn between comfort and a new world but in the end I decided I did want this despite anything I would need to sacrifice if it turned out that life said this was meant for me. My heart still sings for me to go to Japan. I still want to live in Japan and I still want to break into the animation industry. And now... what's the plan? I think it's too soon to say for sure what I'm supposed to do with my life next. It's no secret that I have not been happy living in Vancouver but I'm not ready to go back home. Not ready or terrified, right now it's the same feeling. |
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