Oh, how I hate to wait. Hate. It. And I am so bad at it. So very, very bad. My parents taught me that in life you don’t get everything you want, right when you want it, but I think it’s something I never learned. I. WANT. IT. NOW.
As I am getting older I understand that everything will come to me in time. Things that I look forward to will eventually come to pass — like this trip. I’ve waited for this for so long and now it’s here and soon it will be gone.
I am waiting right now. Showered, sitting in my underwear on my bed, waiting to get dressed, for my hair to dry, for a friend, for 8 p.m., for dinner, for tomorrow… Waiting, waiting, waiting.
I know I shouldn’t bother so much with the waiting, that I should live in the moment and enjoy the now. There is some sweet agony to waiting, I have to admit it. But I am not sure it’s something I enjoy. I guess more than anything, I want the moment I am waiting for to come and to stay as long as I want it.
Tick tock tick tock tick tock.
Zsofi Writes 
Is it wrong that I find your impatience adorable? I thrive on the sweet agony of waiting…Usually I find the main event disappointing compared to the anticipation that precedes it. Tomorrow will be great, just hold your horses ;).
Well, if it’s adorable then I am OK with it. It’s not even that the main event is disappointing, but that it goes so quickly… The waiting can go on for years and the moment can be done in a … well, a moment. Not fair.