There's so much running through my head, and at the same time so little. The broken record is well past getting old. My husband is still in Baghdad. I am still in VA. Jonathon still doesn't have a visa for school (he made it into Essex! But that apparently was the "easy" part). The car still isn't registered in GA. There's a lot of "still....". The past 6 weeks have felt like taking painful slow steps through a river of molasses, then turning around and seeing you can still touch the departed shore. It's mind-numbing, it's frustrating, it's exhausting. Some days I'm cool with it - it is what it is, keep your chin up - and other days I curl up in the twin bed in the room I slept in in high school and try to remember to be grateful that I have a bed in a bedroom where I can stay as long as I need to while I wait.
Maybe we'll hear something positive today. Maybe I can take a giant step forward in something. Anything. Maybe one part of all this will be finished/settled/decided one way or the other. Because that's the thing. Tell me hard truths. Tell me what I need to do. Tell me there is a decision point somewhere and once it's past, it is done.
This limbo bites.
Maybe we'll hear something positive today. Maybe I can take a giant step forward in something. Anything. Maybe one part of all this will be finished/settled/decided one way or the other. Because that's the thing. Tell me hard truths. Tell me what I need to do. Tell me there is a decision point somewhere and once it's past, it is done.
This limbo bites.
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