Never had I ever thought I would ACTUALLY want my summer to end. As my day of departure comes closer and closer, the further I feel away. I have tried to keep myself preoccupied by; helping at the Library, the Houston Foodbank, working out, reading, cooking, you name it... but I just can't stop myself from counting the days. At times, I find myself being bored to death just watching the time go by.
1 month and 4 days...34 days... 816 hours...48,960 minutes...2,937,600 seconds...the more I count the slower the time goes by.
So what better solution than to leave the country for a bit? Mexico... I think so! Unfortunately, my flight was SUPPOSED to be today, but because of my lack of iniciative with the whole visa ordeal, my passport is currently on it's way back to Houston from the lovely Sunshine State. In other words, it is not in my hands. Luckily, my father saw this coming and thus called the airline as soon as he found out that the passport had yet to be mailed, two days before my departure. Naturally, we would not have this problem if the Paraguayan Consulate would have given me my visa in the time they had stated they would, but 2 weeks go by and they didn't get around to it.
"Well, just take your time and don't live too fast...." Whatever.
So now I just have to sit and wait for my passport to arrive... I am not too worried because my patience has really been put to the test this summer. Speaking of which, earlier today I decided to go help at the Foodbank where I found myself waiting a lot more than expected. As soon as I arrived at my designated location, I was sent to another location because I was not "of age" to help at the location I had been assigned.
Figures.
So once again, the whole "waiting to be old enough to do things" continues to haunt me. After a long deliberation between the secretary and myself, I exited the building and made my way to the other location on Jensen. The secretary stated it would take me no more than 5 minutes to arrive...but with my luck, I knew that she was far from right.
Soon enough, I found myself stuck waiting on a train to pass by. I thought I would wait no longer than 15 minutes. Once again, I was wrong.
15 minutes...20 minutes..30 minutes...45 minutes...an HOUR goes by and at this point I realize the train has come to a complete stop. The cars that were around me had already turned back. Naturally, I wanted to do this as well but then I reminded myself that I was in a foreign part of town and the only sense of direction I had was the one pointed out to me by the secretary. My iphone no longer had service and my GPS was dead.
After a good while, I finally saw the end of the train (I refuse to use the word "caboose", sounds too juvenile) and saw the Foodbank building. Relieved, I parked my car and made my way inside. As I walked in, I was greeted with the smell of one of my lunch time favorites... tomato soup! Unfortunately, ALL of my hard efforts to halp at the foodbank that day proved futile. After I went up and introduced myself to the man at the front desk, he sent me to sit back down for ANOTHER 30 minutes. But at this point waiting for me, was not a problem. If it were not for the fact that my bladder felt as if it were going to explode, I think I would still be there waiting. I asked the man after 30 minutes where the bathroom was. As soon as I opened my mouth, he was shocked to find out that I was still there...as if he had forgotten me...which he probably had. He then told me that I would have to come back at a later time. And so then...
I lost it.
I told him I could not come back "at a later time" because; a.) I lived an HOUR away b.) I had no idea where I was c.) I barely even knew how to get onto I-45 from that location d.) I was in no mood to just wait in my car and finally e.) I had waited enough.
After, I cooled down a bit, I excused myself and told him I would be there tomorrow promptly at 8 am ready to work...and with that thought I left.
Evidently, my patience has been put to the test A LOT this summer, especially in the past couple of days. Which I appreciate somewhat, because I have learned to value time.
So now instead of waiting for the time to pass by, I am going to be productive. One of the ways I will keep myself busy is by blogging. Because something is telling me I will not have the time to keep up with it while I am abroad...
But we will see!
Adios!
