The Waiting Time

My to-do list is about fifty items long and yet none of them can be checked off just yet. What an annoying and frustrating place to be in.

I am back from vacation, feeling excited and nervous about my last few months in Morocco. I have a lot to do here. I have a lot to do to prepare for coming home. Picking up my life, again, and starting from scratch seems daunting and nerve-wrecking, but I knew coming into this that one day it would end. Somedays that fact was the only thing that got me through.

So, for now, I wait. 

Dr. Suess, in all his genius, wrote in Oh the Places You Will Go about the "bad" time, the waiting time. He warned us that waiting is not a good place to be, and it can only lead to less-than-good things. I have headed his warning, but my options are few. I must wait.

I am waiting for the rest of my law school decisions, financial aid packages and information. I am waiting to close my service, pack up my house and leave Morocco for good. I am waiting, and counting the days until I am home again, sleeping my parent's house, eating my mother's delicious food and speaking English all day. I am waiting to pick a future life path. SO. MUCH. WAITING.

For now I pass my days running and reading, planning for my last work-related event. I cook and clean, surf the internet and Skype friends. I daydream about the new IPhone I will buy and the snazzy new clothes I will wear. I get lost thinking about the good times ahead. 

Our Close of Service Conference in Rabat is only four weeks away. While there is a lot to do, there is also very little. The ironies of my life are plentiful.

Only 72 days left in my service. Ten pounds in my weight loss journey. Six schools to hear back from. One more work event. 

Life is winding down so for now I enjoy the waiting, the idleness, because America will not be so kind to me, I fear.