Here I am on a tuesday afternoon, drinking a cup of spiced rooibos tea from a plastic cup and snacking on a peppermint filled chocolate bar, waiting.
All I've been doing the last week and a half now is waiting. Waiting for news. Waiting for my passport and visa. Waiting for a my plane ticket.
I'm not particularly good at not being able to control a situation and having a situation completely out of my own hands. I'm powerless and playing the waiting game.
The most I can do is hope. Hope that the paperwork will go through today. I've said that everyday since last Monday. And it worked. I got the visa on Friday. Maybe today is my lucky day. It's evening now in Copenhagen and I'm soon tucking in, but the work day at HQ in Portland, is just reconvening after lunch. The travel approval could come today. And if not today, maybe Wednesday will be my lucky day.
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