The black numbers press hard onto the page of my day planner. My scribbles and lists and plans swirl around the numbers that won’t be hurried.
Just one month, I tell myself as I wipe the sweat of the night’s heat in the middle of another forever-long power outage.
One month until I get to turn my passport into a smiling American customs agent. One month until I get to see my family. One month until I get a month-long break from this life I kinda chose.
Sure, I chose the exotic island on the other side of the world; the chance to make a difference; the cute faces of my kids. But I didn’t exactly choose the smells of my neighbor’s perpetual fish-drying and manure-laying; or the rolling blackouts for hours at a time; or the screaming of my kids as they fight over a balloon.
Some days, I live for the Someday Life. The trip back to the States. The out-of-diapers days that will surely happen (right)? The possibility of living in a place with clean streets and nice parks and fewer yucky smells.
Someday I will get more sleep. Someday I will get a white Christmas. Someday…
But then again… I’ve already forgotten last week’s cute things that the kids said. I watched an orphan boy snuggle with my little girl today. And I receive nearly gifts every day from special friends who have become like family.
Yes—next month with its reunions and grandparent snuggling and food-indulging and clothes-shopping will be amazing. But today’s swirling life of kids and opportunities and lessons is filled with a Now life I never want to see end.
What do you most enjoy about your Now Life?
photo credit, danielmoyle