I finally managed to say the words "I'm going to San Antonio."  That's been my biggest problem--I sent off the acceptance, have started making plans, everyone knows I'm going--but I haven't been able to physically say the words.  But yesterday I did!

To my gynecologist.

There I am, in the most uncomfortable, immodest position any human has ever known, telling the doctor that I need a copy of my records because I'm moving in 2 months to go to law school and don't know what's going to happen with my insurance.

As I walked out to my car, I realized that I'd actually said the words without internally thinking "Well, maybe I'm going."  As God did during the first week, I said it, and it was.

And so it is.  I'm going to law school!