I’ve got a place on the MSc in Creative Writing at the University of Edinburgh. It’s conditional on completing A215, and although I’m not counting chickens, we only have one assignment remaining before the end of the course.
So this week I told my boss at work that I am leaving at the end of August. I’ve spent the last few days discussing with Ed what we’re going to do about houses, furniture, etc. And I’ve told a few friends here in Birmingham that I’m leaving.
I’m very, very excited and also rather terrified. Some might say that quitting a relatively secure, autonomous, reasonably well-paid job, with nice people and in a nice environment, in the middle of the biggest economic downturn of my lifetime, in order to spend one year studying (self-funded) a subject with little to no further employment prospects…. is a little bit silly.
But I say that I’m 23 years old, I’ve finally found something which makes my heart sing when I think and talk about it, and if I didn’t do this I’d regret it a lot. (alot)