Hoping for Travel this week
I talked to my agency last week and it appears that my travel approval is expected this next week. I am hoping and praying that it arrives on Monday but I think that Wednesday or Thursday would be far more likely. With any luck, I will be able to get a consulate appointment in a speedy manner and then travel perhaps .... July 17th??? Just chose that date randomly. It would be about a week and a half after Travel Approval and it sounds like a nice date. :)
In actuality, I am just riding the ride and really have no control over when the bus stops or where. I liken this to a journey on a school bus as a young child. You get on the bus and know that you are going home. You drive through many neighborhoods you have never seen, make all kinds of stops and endure the unairconditioned loud deisel clammor of THE BUS. Somehow though, you never think that you are not eventually going to get where you are going, you just wonder why you are the last stop and who made busses yellow anyway and what makes your bus driver smell like coffee and halls cough drops and old cigarettes.
But at some point, this bus will stop and I will be at a safe landing spot. Then the next day, I will get up and get on a DIFFERENT bus and begin the actual journey to China with a whole new set of drivers and busses and roads. Maybe our experiences as young children give us a chance to practice for real life. How many times are we on a journey in which we did not get to choose the vehicle, the driver, or the route -- or even the travel companions? We all know that we have had to take some trips with the ugly old bus, the driver that looks like he just stepped out of prison, on a route that seems to cover every scary part of the county with travel companions that could have chimps as their nearest living relatives. Some trips are just like that. :) But it makes up for it when you occasionally get on the bus and it is with the cool driver taking you and the most amazing field trip your mind has imagined.
Right now I am on the field trip bus. And the destination will be worth the curvey, stomach turning roads. And my travel companions are my incredible three kids and my dear friend Kel. It is like getting to go with the popular kids! What a ride.
In actuality, I am just riding the ride and really have no control over when the bus stops or where. I liken this to a journey on a school bus as a young child. You get on the bus and know that you are going home. You drive through many neighborhoods you have never seen, make all kinds of stops and endure the unairconditioned loud deisel clammor of THE BUS. Somehow though, you never think that you are not eventually going to get where you are going, you just wonder why you are the last stop and who made busses yellow anyway and what makes your bus driver smell like coffee and halls cough drops and old cigarettes.
But at some point, this bus will stop and I will be at a safe landing spot. Then the next day, I will get up and get on a DIFFERENT bus and begin the actual journey to China with a whole new set of drivers and busses and roads. Maybe our experiences as young children give us a chance to practice for real life. How many times are we on a journey in which we did not get to choose the vehicle, the driver, or the route -- or even the travel companions? We all know that we have had to take some trips with the ugly old bus, the driver that looks like he just stepped out of prison, on a route that seems to cover every scary part of the county with travel companions that could have chimps as their nearest living relatives. Some trips are just like that. :) But it makes up for it when you occasionally get on the bus and it is with the cool driver taking you and the most amazing field trip your mind has imagined.
Right now I am on the field trip bus. And the destination will be worth the curvey, stomach turning roads. And my travel companions are my incredible three kids and my dear friend Kel. It is like getting to go with the popular kids! What a ride.
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