☾ How I Manifested My Dream School and My Dream Partner ☾
one might expect a perfectly structured post — a neat list of steps, rituals, and timelines explaining how i manifested the things closest to my heart.
but if i’m honest, my journey wasn’t linear or perfectly packaged. it was intuitive, shifting, and deeply personal.
so instead of trying to force it into one tidy spell, i’ll be sharing each desire — piece by piece — because each one arrived in its own way, and each one taught me something different.
this story took time. more than a season, more than a spell.
i first applied to this program years ago, drawn to the school’s prestige and the city’s energy. it felt like a dream stitched into my future, but when the rejection letter came, it initially felt final.
still, something told me it wasn’t a “no,” just a “not yet.”
so i stayed close to what i could afford: a public university, familiar faces, grounding. it wasn’t what i wanted, but it was where i was meant to be.
i went on to complete a fully funded master’s there — in a field i hadn’t originally intended to enter, but one that aligned perfectly with the program i’d once dreamed of. funny how things root into place before they bloom.
with each project, paper, and meditation, i kept that dream in my mind’s eye. it seemed borderline obsessive, but i spent two years reminding myself that it was mine. i visualized walking the halls, learning in that city, becoming the version of myself i saw so clearly.
on the night before PhD interview decisions came out, i lit a candle in the school’s colors, surrounded it with charms that reminded me of the place, and visualized receiving the offer.
i spoke it into existence — gently, confidently, like it was already mine.
when I finally got the email inviting me to interview, i knew.
the interview was short; they simply wanted to hear me speak in the language i’d come to love and study. three hours later, i was accepted.
sometimes the universe delays your dreams to let you grow into them.
and sometimes, when you’re ready, they arrive quickly, as if they’d been waiting for you, too.
during the first year of my master’s program, i finally turned inward. for the first time in my life, i focused on myself— not through isolation, but through curiosity. i talked to people, felt out energies, and practiced being present in each season. i learned how to date without clinging. how to release what didn’t align.
for so long, i moved in and out of relationships, believing that maybe if i stayed, if i settled, i’d eventually feel chosen. but after ending a three-year relationship at the end of undergrad, i made a quiet promise to myself: i wouldn’t force myself into spaces that weren’t meant for me ever again.
i began to manifest. i wrote a list, detailed and specific, of every quality i desired in a partner. brown hair. blue eyes. fluent in another language. brilliant with numbers. soft, but solid. i didn’t filter or shrink my desires. i let them live on the page.
and then the real work began: i met the universe halfway. i let go of every connection that didn’t align. it wasn’t easy. it felt like constant testing like the universe was asking, do you really believe you’re worthy of what you asked for?
and even when it hurt, i chose to say yes.
one night, not long after, i had something beyond a dream. i found myself astral projecting into a strange version of my room, where someone waited for me. i couldn’t see them clearly as they were disguised, but they hugged me. they told me they loved me. and i zoomed back into my body with the softest certainty: they’re close.
i held onto that for a while, trying to decode it, name it, find them. but eventually, i let go. i stopped searching, but i didn’t stop believing.
then came my study abroad program — part of my master’s, part of the greater path. i was living in a country where my chosen language was spoken, sharpening my skills for the program i still dreamed of getting into.
a few classmates encouraged me to try Bumble while abroad. i wasn’t taking it seriously, just curious. but then i matched with someone. at first, (seeing as i was talking to him online) there wasn’t a moment of clear recognition, but he had the same dog as me, and something about his kindness stayed with me. he even offered to help set up my international data. i agreed to meet him (with friends nearby, just in case).
after class, i walked to our meeting spot. the moment i saw him, my chest lit up like a candle being struck. he was beautiful.
and over time, i realized that he matched every box on my list. we went on fairytale dates, visited castles, and spent weekends in new places, living out a dream i had once written on paper.
now, after a year of long-distance, he’s moved to my country. we’re about to build a life together in my dream city, while i attend my dream school.
some things take time. some things take trust. and some things find you when you stop chasing and simply allow yourself to receive.
none of this came all at once. nothing was rushed.
each desire found me when i was ready. not just to receive it, but to hold it with care.
i used to think manifesting meant control. now i know it’s a co-creation: part spell, part surrender.
trust your timing. trust your becoming. what’s meant for you will always know how to arrive.
☽༓･*˚⁺⭑༄༚☾🜃☽༚༄⭑⁺˚*･༓☾ ☽༓･*˚⁺⭑༄༚☾
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