The story of how I came to be studying in America seemed to take forever and happened in a flash all at the same time. After years of working at a job that I was only half invested in (if that), I decided to take the plunge and apply to study for a Ph.D. (a dream of mine ever since I graduated with my BA). At first, I kept it a secret, I only applied to one school, and when failure came I wasn't surprised. The dream of studying in America, which I had had since I was 18, seemed like it would remain just a dream. The next year, I applied to a few schools and even got on a waitlist for one. When you apply to anything (a job, school) you always wonder at the back of your mind 'am I good enough?'. The letter saying I was on the waitlist was the push I needed. The next year, I pulled out all the stops; I got help from my MA professor, applied to half a dozen schools, developed my website, volunteered at a theatre, everything I could think of to give me the edge.
One Saturday morning, very early, I got up for work, as usual, to find an email in my inbox. I have been accepted at UGA. I couldn't quite believe it, I thought it might be spam. I tried to tell my partner, but they were half asleep. for days I didn't believe it was really happening. then paperwork and forms and contact from the immigration team started coming through, and suddenly it was a reality. For the next four months, everything kicked into hyperdrive; we got married, went to visa interviews, packed up everything we owned, booked flights, then had a huge garden party at my parent's house just ten days before we flew. it wasn't until that point, standing in my parent's garden, surrounded by people I had known my entire life, that it dawned on me what was happening. Then we were on a flight, off to start a new life, diving into uncertainty.
We left behind everything that was familiar, all of our support network and security, for an adventure and the chance at a new life. We have made some amazing friends and had some crazy adventures, including the birth of our twins. There have been some dark times along the way, and at times we have asked 'is all of this worth it?'. But even on our darkest days, when money is a struggle, there's too much work and not enough time, through sickness and hardship, we think back to the life we had in England, how it was getting us nowhere and we think how lucky we are to be here.
I still have at least 2 years left, arguably the hardest 2 years as I am now starting my Ph.D. dissertation, but with this final push, we know that a better life waits for us on the other side. This scholarship would mean just a little more support, maybe a few more books, a short research trip, even a month of daycare, in the marathon that is my goal of achieving my Ph.D. We've come so far already, but in this home stretch we need all the help we can get, no matter how large or small. We just know it will be worth it to achieve the life we've always dreamed of.