Waiting and Reading

Two weeks since my interview and still I wait to hear about classes, loans, next steps etc. In some ways I think most of life is waiting, preparing, itching to get a move on. And then when I finally am allowed to move on, I usually protest and grieve for "the way things were". I am very fickle.

Since coming home from our travelling adventure just 2 months ago, we have been living in the "between". Between our parents, between Victoria and Vancouver, between what was, what is, and what will be. It has been a roller coaster for my mind and spirit, all this hopping and leaping back and forth, trying to hard to keep a brave face on. The truth is I am exhausted, and very ready for what is coming next. I actually think that going to school is going to be a break.

I am blessed with the dearest mother. I think above anyone she truly empathizes with these unsettled times. She did summers that were very similar, back when she had three small children to take care of. We called it furlough, and it was a time of being in a new bed every night, eating dinner with a different acquaintance, telling the same stories, and being gracious through the whole ordeal. We are introverts, and let me assure you that it was (and is) an ordeal. Not only does she understand, she also knows exactly what I need.

A good book to loose myself in: The Shell Seekers by Rosamund Pilcher.