Waiting, Forever Waiting
All I ever seem to be doing is waiting. Waiting for someone to arrive, or leave, waiting for something to take place or to disappear from life. I’m running on battery saving mode. I’m tired. Of the waiting and of the uncertainty of the next step.
I’ve got a trial day coming up next week in regards to the second interview I had yesterday. Both of which went well. After I’ve completed the trial day I’ll know if I got the job or not. I don’t know what to hope for. I dearly want and need the job but I don’t know if it’s too much to hope for. The question “what if I don’t get it?” is swirling through my head right now.
I’m at Crawley Train Station, waiting for my boyfriend, Andy, to arrive (just had one of the station staff ask where I was trying to get to). Andy had to go to East Croydon go get his yellow fever vaccination for our upcoming trip to South Africa. So I’m waiting for him and thought I’d post this photo whilst I wait. As you can see I’ve still got my beloved Converse. They’ve started to fade but are still fully functional… and haven’t started to brake down or disintegrate on me.