Describe a time you received good news

The good news I'd like to talk about was when I found out I'd been accepted onto a scholarship programme I'd applied for. This was about eighteen months ago, and I'd honestly stopped expecting to hear anything by the time the email actually arrived. I remember it was a fairly ordinary Wednesday afternoon; I was on the train home from work, half-scrolling through my phone, when a notification popped up. The subject line was something formal like 'application update', so I braced myself for a rejection, which meant that when I opened it and saw the word 'congratulations' near the top, I read the whole message about three times just to make sure I hadn't misunderstood. Technically no one told me — the email did — but the first person I called was my mother, and she screamed loudly enough that a stranger next to me on the train actually smiled. I felt a huge wave of relief more than anything, because I'd worked really hard on the application and had genuinely convinced myself it wasn't going to happen. There was also this odd sense of the ground shifting slightly, in a good way, because I knew the whole shape of the next year of my life had just changed. Even now, when I look back on it, I remember exactly where I was sitting on that train.