Sometimes in a quiet moment at work I daydreamed about how I would react should I get that 'the work permit is yours' e mail. Of all the scenarios I invented, there was not one where I get the news in my red fluffy pyjamas with a 39 degree fever and a jackhammer in my head. But you can't plan these things. And that is how it happened. And maybe I was too sick to do a little solo (no one is watching) dance in my teeny bedroom, but I smiled to myself for a little bit. And then exhaled properly for the first time in weeks.
So the champagne remains unopened, but it is in the fridge. Until I'm fully recovered. And I can now start working through my list of things I had put off until my work permit came through. Membership to the Tate. A subscription to Vanity Fair. Book another trip to New York. Get on with my life.
The relief is almost indescribable. Sometimes I just sit back and let it wash over me.
2 comments:
Congrats on the great news Emma! And another trip to NYC? Cool! We'd love to have you as a visitor anytime!
xo
Add, 'pester Kate to come over again', to your list!!! OK!!! xoxox
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