I have it. I’ve been up since 2:00 a.m. (it’s now 4:40 a.m.) and finally decided to get out of bed and do something with my energy. Is it too early to go to McDonald’s for breakfast? [Another coping mechanism revealed that will soon be put to the test.]
I was lying in bed thinking about all of the things I have to do to prepare to move to a foreign country. Unfortunately, the vast majority of it I can’t do until I get and accept my Invitation. Can I rent my home? No. Can I sell my car? No. Can I sell my furniture and put my keepsakes in storage? No. Can I have my mail forwarded to a new location? No. Can I cancel my insurance policies? Not yet. I sit, and wait, and make lists.