I haven’t published a personal post here in quite a long time. I started this blog as a way to share my thoughts. It morphed into a space for sharing my bookish thoughts but today, I’ll deviate to vent a little bit.
I haven’t been reading much or blogging because I’ve been super busy at work. I changed jobs 7 months ago and it’s been an amazing, growth opportunity. However, working in an international organisation also brought me the reality of timezones which means working late most days so as to connect with my colleagues in the West Coast . It’s all been an interesting experience but yeah, books and blogging took a hit.
One of the experiences that I’ve been looking forward to with the new job is the travel. I used to travel in my 20s but my budget limited me to East Africa. You can imagine my excitement when I found out that my first International meeting would be in the UK, London. I was so excited and called everyone to let them know I’d be going to London.
I really wanted to the UK to experience the place, people and culture. I’ve never been outside East Africa. I wanted to see the streets of London and confirm whether they are as clean and pothole free like I imagine. I hear the West is clean with no garbage or polythene bags on streets. I wanted to visit River Thames and see if its as muddy as some people say or maybe that’s a rumuor to spoil the fantasy. I wanted to experience different meals and find out whether the English really do drink tea in tiny cups unlike tea lovers like me who drink tea in mugs. I wanted to catch a glimpse of a world different than what I’ve experienced in the past 37 years. As the African proverb says, He who has not travelled thinks that his mother is the best cook in the world. I want to travel to see what else is out there.
My flight was/is to be on May 12th. A week from now. In normal circumstances, I’d be so excited counting down the days. However, there is this small matter of the VISA. I’ve been waiting for a month for a response on my VISA application and I’m slowly losing faith. No flight tickets or any preps done because I can’t do that without the VISA. The other night, I had a dream that my VISA application went through and I needed to buy a suit case and get ready. Last night, I dreamt that my VISA was denied. This wait is becoming a nightmare. Maybe I put too much expectations on the trip, maybe I…. I don’t know but I’m so disheartened by the turn of events.
The VISA situation is stressful. I pray that I’ll get it in the next 5 days. If I don’t, I pray that the weight of my expectations and disappointment will not be too much. That I’ll have the serenity to accept what I can’t change.
Now the other thing on my mind is our new car, a beauty that was home for only 3 days before a drunk driver failed to slow down on bumps and the new car has been at the garage since. Can’t I catch a break?
I guess it’s just one of those seasons when the clouds stay dark and all I want is to catch a glimpse of the sun.