I find that I am doing a lot of waiting lately. Waiting on children to wake up, go to sleep, and waiting on them hand and foot. I wait on the husband to get home and I wait on him to leave. I am waiting on those Christmas purchases that were made online all because I hate, hate, hate, entering an actual store this time of year especially a store on Staten Island. And the biggest wait of all right now: waiting on orders. Transfer orders that is.
Our time in New York is quickly coming to an end. The past 28 months have been a blur and the next seven months will come and go much too quickly. Could it be that I, the person who with every fiber of my being did not want to live here and wanted to move immediatley after our first drive down Bay Street, have an inkling of a desire to stay? I think I can finally say the words "I am not opposed to staying here." There I said it. Out loud for all to read. It is a possibility that we could stay, not likely but a possibility.
I told myself and Jason and a few other important people in my life that I was not going to be anxious and stress over wondering and waiting for the day to come when the recruiter delivers the news of our new location. From this post it make seem like I am anxious, we'll call it excited. Talk me to in April if we still have not received orders and my excitment just may turn into anxiety and stress.
Waiting...
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