I have never been a patient person. I prefer to run instead of walk, multi-task instead of sit still while watching movies, and I refuse to do things like fish, golf, or wait quietly while people debate spinelessly over what movie they want to watch or where they want to eat dinner.
However, now, I get to wait on information and it is absolutely killing me. I am suppose to leave for my job on June 18, however, a small boulder known fondly as "that stupid visa process" has rolled down the mountain and has come to rest in front of my car. They may or may not be able to get it done before I start but I have no clue because apparently no one is communicating with anyone else. Or at least they may be, but I am left out of the loop. However, I should know something substantial (hopefully!) by Friday afternoon. All I have to do is wait approximately 24 hours...and it may not seem like a long time to those who are older and wiser, but allow me to have my frustration and impatience for a day! I have already waited a week longer for information than I probably should have had to.
I want to go!!!!! With every fiber of my being I want to get started learning and working and being productive. I want interesting customs, a crazy exchange rate, and I'll even take some bacterial diarrhea if I absolutely have to. Anything other than limbo. And, maybe, some nice person with a truck will come and roll my boulder to the side of the road so I can move forward...or maybe it will sit there until the elements break it down into little pebbles. I will cross my fingers for the former.
Waiting (rather impatiently),
myself.
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