Waiting room

In the waiting room now.

Ever since we came back from Chiangmai, the sense of “I’m waiting” is just everywhere, everyday. Waiting, waiting, waiting… to leave. It’s a surreal feeling. Of emotionally feeling I should be someplace else, but rationally knowing I can’t until some pieces are in place.

Everything back here seems to move in slow motion, in a muffled quiet, like a small, confined, poor ventilated, no-windows waiting room. Because when you’re waiting, that’s what happens.

But it is still one year away to the other shore.

That’s a looong time to wait in a waiting room.

I’m gonna need to find something to do in this waiting room.