How strange, the change from major to minor

I have had to let go of a dream.

That first fall, when I felt bleak about pretty much everything, a friend asked to help plan our choir’s trip to France and Spain. And, having been in on the ground level, I can tell you this is going to be a glorious trip. The concert venues are stunning, and who can possibly beat the idea of June in Provence? It was the trip I had always dreamed of, and I helped create this dream. And when we had no money, having a dream wasn’t so bad.
Now I can’t go. That lack of money helped do it in, but a last-minute childcare cancellation was the proverbial nail in the coffin. It’s been a long time since I wanted something so badly, and I find that, even as I sit here feeling a little sorry for myself, I am lucky that there is so little I’ve had to want, mostly because I’ve gotten almost everything I’ve ever wished for. And that’s an amazing realization.
And the reason why the money wasn’t the ultimate deciding factor is because my dear friend (the one with whom I helped to plan the trip) gathered pledges from people to help me go, and he managed to collect more than I pay for a month’s rent. I am stunned and overwhelmed by the generosity of people, and of my friend, for wanting this for me nearly as much as I wanted it. Never again will I complain about this place, because I don’t think I have ever felt as much love for a group of people as I do right now.