Every time I get a chance to just sit around and think about all that I have to do in the next couple of weeks, I find myself feeling sick. Between getting my visa, moving to a new town, dealing with saying goodbye, and planning for a new year, I get this feeling of worriment that washes over me.
It isn’t that I am worried that things won’t work out (ok, I am a little worried about that), it is mainly the fact it all has to happen. Honestly, it takes me back to college. You know, that feeling you get at the beginning of the year when the professor announces that you will be writing the biggest research paper of your life. Yea, that feeling. The task seems intimidating in concept, but is manageable in execution.
I am sure everything will happen smoothly, I just want to get it over with already. I want the visits home to conclude, I want my visa to be processed, I want to be sitting in my new place, and I want to start teaching high school already.
Patience is a virtue.