This week I've been
getting a bit nervous about time. It's not that long
before I go back to Mexico and it seems I have so many
things to do before then that I've been panicking a
little. I still don't have a job lined up, so that's the
real worry at the moment. I've had some encouraging news
from an application I sent off months ago, but I'm
keeping my fingers crossed.
I hope K's OK at the moment. I know I'm
missing her like crazy, and I keep trying to imagine what
she's feeling, how she's dealing with the distance and
the waiting. I could spend hours worrying, and sometimes
do, but I keep telling myself itself it's no use making
myself ill over it. I wouldn't be much use to K then. So
I follow the tried and trusted method of working as hard
as I damn well can, and hoping it dulls the sadness. It's
not a good remedy, but it seems to be the only one that
works now. I only hope I don't pay too much for it later.
On a happier note, I've heard from a few
friends recently, and it makes me feel better to know how
they're doing. However, the nueva yorqueña's having a
tough time at the moment, so I hope she's coping with her
troubles. Mine just pale into insignificance, but she
wishes me and K well, which just goes to show what a big
heart she has. Canadian gov's due to leave Mexico soon,
which makes K sad, as she remembers my despedida every
time a friend leaves. I just have to keep reminding her
that I'm coming back, and hoping that that's enough. I
feel so powerless stuck here sometimes, and I want to
give her the world when I get back. I pray that I can!