Waiting waiting waiting

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.

One Month

It is finished! I am an engineer! It has definitely been a great last couple of weeks. I have done some of my favorite KSU things (hiked the Konza, hung out with old friends, stayed out crazy late doing ridiculous things). But I have also participated in my first rave/dance party in Hale Library and then Bosco Plaza with my excellent roommates and one awesome guy. My only college bucket list regret is that I never made it to the top of Shellenberger Hall (it is supposed to be pretty sweet).

Of course leaving college is probably always bittersweet, but there were some rough moments for me. Knowing that most of these people I love I will be seeing for the last time if not forever, then at least for the next 5 years, is pretty difficult. Especially as I have never been very good at goodbyes. My goal is to say goodbye to all things in moderation, so when the time comes there will be less waterworks from me (at least in front of the parents!)...however, you are officially allowed to feel sorry for whatever poor person is forced to sit on the plane next to me for my first flight out.

For now, though, I am just unpacking and organizing all of my things; deciding which to keep, throw away, and what I need to make mom throw away for me because I am too attached to them. However, as I am still "listing" here goes the last month of my time in America:

4 days : tacos with my roommates (last time, so sad)
5 days : Graduation Party!!!
11 days: My best friend's wedding (definitely not like the movie!)
13 days: We leave for South Padre Island
26 days: Helen's baby shower
32 days: Abu Dhabi here I come!

I just realized how much cake is in my future due to all of these events! Hooray!

Back to packing,

Becca