Waiting...

I hate it.  I hate waiting in lines.  I hate waiting for food.  I hate waiting a week to see the next episode of a show.  I hate waiting months for the next season.  I hate waiting in traffic.  Waiting makes me feel trapped, claustrophobic, anxious.

Yet, somehow I feel like my life is paused and I am stuck waiting.

Waiting for Hannes to be ready so we can leave the house (he has to decide which of his 47 pairs of Vans to wear).  Waiting to have a baby (I have to work for 240 days first).  Waiting to be engaged (I have to wait for Hannes to be ready).  Waiting to meet my new coworkers (I have to wait until August 1st).  Waiting for our apartment (It isn't available until August 1st).  Waiting to buy things for our new apartment (Hannes says it's dumb to buy things now and then have to move them all).

I'm tired of feeling trapped and anxious and claustrophobic...I'm tired of waiting.  I'm tired of waiting to be someone's fiancee.  I'm tired of waiting to be pregnant.  I'm tired of waiting to see our new apartment.  I'm ready for something to happen.  I need this next chapter to begin, to take my mind off of all of the things that I'm waiting for and just give me something to do!