10 o'clock. It's one hour till the mail man parks at the end of the street.
11 o'clock. It's twenty minutes till he comes to my door.
11:20 I get up from where I am to check the mail.
As I walk to the door all I can think of is "Is it here? Please let it be here!" I stand at the door with my hand on the handle. Take a deep breath. I turn the nob and walk out the door. In 2 days I will have been waiting 5 weeks. This has been the most painful process ever! My life has been on stand still. I can't move. I must stand here patiently waiting. People always tell me that I have to leave at the right time. That if I don't leave when I am suppose to I'll miss companions and people that I was to teach I would miss experiences that only I could do and make.
It's not here but tomorrow I will start the whole thing again. And maybe, just maybe it will be here..
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