The art of patience

"You'll receive your visa in 7 days by Chronopost". Those were the last words that the embassy employee said last Wednesday after my final interview at the consulate in Paris. These words were a relief to me. I thought: "That's it, the wait is over. After more than a year of being processed, my visa has finally been accepted and I will be able to hold it in 7 days." I was thinking that I would be able to make my plane which was already booked for the next Friday, 9 days after the interview.

Now is exactly 7 days later. I am at home. I am doing nothing. I am waiting for this visa. I am waiting for the master key that will enable me to be with Mike again. I am waiting by the window, looking at every car passing by, hoping that one of them is going to stop and hand me my precious visa. Waiting is a real torture. The Chronopost envelop has to arrive before 1pm and it is already almost 11am. Every minute passing by is one less chance to receive it today. And if I don't get it today? What do I have left? Tomorrow. Tomorrow will be 8 days after my interview but since Tuesday was a holiday (nov. 11), it would make sense that the process be delayed by 1 day.

Ok, I guess that tomorrow will again be a "waiting day".