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.