Everything was where it needed to be. The lineup of suitcases bursting with overcoats, Texas souvenir presents and long socks followed the same paralleled path of thinking in my mind: patience, also another term for long suffering. Packing a month in advance allowed plenty of time for long suffering. All I could do was eat or sleep, and I had already covered both well before it was morning tea time. I sat there suffocated by my own thoughts as the sweltering Texan summer heat smothered every last drop of sweat and energy right out of me. The saying goes, “work while you wait;” however, the reality was that I literally had nothing to work on. Every task, every eating pleasure had been fulfilled, and anything else that could be done would be a repeat of a repeat. Thankfully, before I had lost all hope about being self-righteously extremely organized and prepared, I was summoned to begin my new actual reality. You see, almost every moment up until now, 6 years worth of moments, I had been imagining this exact moment. I use “moment” frequently but not frivolously because that is what this is: a portion of my time I know that I will be spending in the future, but only I can dream about that, and I as I begin this moment that had become my reality, I am thrilled, absolutely thrilled. THIS IS my moment. The space is Australia, the time is now, and my reality is family.
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