And the Waiting Continues

So the weekend when I was supposed to depart at the latest has arrived but I have neither a visa nor a ticket. It's a strange feeling...I have a mixture of relief and anxiety. On the one hand my finely honed procrastination skills have been very active, in that I have yet to do any substantial packing for this move so YAY! However, there are moments when I feel like a huge practical joke is being played on me. I've quit my job, told almost everyone I know of this move at the end of August and yet here I still am. No ticket, no sign of a move before perhaps the second week of September. I am not alone in this however and that is one of the many saving graces in this process. I also have to thank my parents, particularly my Dad, for raising me to understand that just because things are done a certain way here in the US of A that does not mean the rest of the world operates on the same schedule. This also helps me to rest a bit easier...which is difficult for a person such as me who enjoys time lines and being in or believing that I am in control. I also must remember that this is Ramadan and things will move even more slowly than usual. Also my nerd sensibilities have had me reading gulfnews.com and I have come to understand that in the UAE there are thousand of people applying for visas at this time. "You are not the only one who wants entry into this nation" I must remind myself. I know that as badly as I want to begin this journey I will miss so many people here when it does begin, so I'm going to try and take as many deep cleansing breaths as possible, try to relax, let my sister shop in my closet till her heart's content, watch my PopPop and Haven grow and learn about the world around them, lay in my parents' house whenever I feel like it and just enjoy the life I have here.