Fingers to Keyboard. Repeat.
After reading a friend’s blog and one of my old travel blogs (and Josh encouraging me once to write again) and this list, like most, goes on once it gets started. So so on and so forth. Point is I’d like to write again. Seems silly to wait for a topic - or at least I’m too old and/or curmudgeony (my favorite description at the moment) to wait, so here goes.
Ahh, so now I do have a topic - waiting. It’s a curse I run to, it seems.
Like cities? Check. Dammit.
Ride public transport? Check. Dammit.
Fly often? Check. Dammit.
Enjoy artisan coffee? Check. Doomed.
Want a fifth example. Arrrghhh.
Oh yeah, eh, living on the other side of the world when my fiance is on the ‘right’ side of the world, and waiting for that to not be true anymore.
Funny really, because I think myself rather impulsive but I’m a waiter all the same.
Who gets to escape it?
Why does waiting have to exist?
Imagine a world where you don’t wait. If food’s not ready, you don’t have it. Cable man uses GPS to get to your doorstep on time. Babies just shoot out of their moms. There would be no such thing as Asian time (which as far as I can tell from my travels is more accurately named Everything but German time).
And…er…dammit. Waiting on an ending now.
Too cute, too cute. Next time.
