TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
I’m not very good at being in limbo, waiting around for something to happen in order to move on makes me feel a little trapped, it always has.
Waiting for my visa to arrive and more than a little terrified at the length of time it’s taking to get it. On one hand I’m now terrified that the moment is coming closer, on the other hand I’m excited that the departure date is getting closer by the day.
I’ve left my details for a view positions here, just in case things don’t pan out. Friends have yelled at me for trying to make contingency plans on the eve of my departure, but being unemployed and forced to wait is not something I’m very good at…
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