It’s been quite some time since I’ve last posted. Needless to say, a lot of has happened. For starters, I’m still in the Lone Star state, when by my calculations, I should be in the UAE. Things did not go as planned last year.
On June 7, 2016, myself along with an unknown number of others received an email from our recruiters. For unknown reasons, our offers had been rescinded. At the time of the email, I was in Washington D.C. participating in an annual leadership conference for high school students. Needless to say, at that very moment, I couldn’t break down, cry, scream, or really show any emotion because there were 15 exuberant teenagers looking to me for guidance, direction, and hope. So, I did what every “strong” person does: suck it up, smile, and keep moving. My husband was also present with me at the conference. I showed him the email, and he was as equally disturbed as I was. He told me that I needed to find out what was going on. So, I found a way to sneak away for a minute. I logged onto the FB hopefuls group that had served as my insight into the UAE, and saw a flood of posts from others who had also been affected.
Before I could reach out to my placement coordinator, she was calling me from Canada. She wanted to know if I had gotten the email, and if I had any questions. She also wanted to reassure me that I wasn’t the only person, that this had never happened before, and there were supposed plans in place to prioritize and transition those who had been affected to similar programs. By this time, the reality had set in that my plans to leave would likely not happen, or that maybe it wasn’t meant to be. My emotions finally got the best of me that night as I lay alone in my assigned dorm room at Georgetown University. I remember crying out to God asking why this had happened to me, how I should proceed, and if continuing to pursue this opportunity was even worth it.
I was in for a ride that I definitely had not planned for.