Just received a message: I had been accepted to a master with a scholarship.
I read it three times because I was scared I read it wrong.
After I failed to be accepted to a PhD, after I failed getting a job for almost one year, I finally have been accepted in a master in which work placement is high (almost 100%).
My mom shrieked like a little girl when I told her and my cat looked astonished at me when we started dancing all around.
I had to tell it to someone.
I'm still... I don't know even... Oh my...