For 4 months/120 days/2,880 hours / 172800 seconds, I've been waiting . I've been waiting to be in this space, within these four walls, surrounded by these people. The daily ordinaries --the hustle bustle of the family waking up for breakfast, the double double coffees, the long drives with friends -- become the prized air you gasp for as you feel to ocean start to pull you in. You know eventually you'll reach the shore, but from your struggling vantage point, the shore looks a thousand miles away.
It's the promise of this miniscule breath of air that get's you through that fourth block, that third shelf, that second quiz. Now that I'm sitting here listening to mom and chachi rustle about in the kitchen and dad and chacha watching one show or another, I'm taking in as much air as I can and willing the time to move ever so slowly.
At the same time, each second seems to be sizzling with an undercurrent of energy. I want to jump up and turn every second into something unforgettable, worth the wait I'm going to be subjected to in a few more weeks when this cycle starts all over again.