Rrrrrrring
rrrrriiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnng (the caller ID shows a DC number....could it be the consulate????????
"Pronto", I whisper with some trepidation and I can surely hear my heart pounding in my ears.
"Mizz.....this is Federico Cencetti calling to inform you that your visa is ready."
There it is....as simple as that.....a quiet, calm, "your visa is ready". Doesn't he hear the fifty piece marching band that is playing Viva la Italia! in my head? I am practically standing on my chair and all he adds is a perfunctory "Consulato hours are 10:00 am to 12:30 pm, Monday, Wednesday, and Friday".
Heck I am ready to go jump in my car and wait outside the embassy all night so I can be first in line!
Hanging up the phone....the news begins to seep in. Furiously at the beginning, with the feeling of conquest, much like when your team scores that last second goal needed to win that ever illusive championship...but then the slower nuances arrive. I really am going to be leaving soon. I really am exchange one life to start another.
All of the plans, all of the dreams, all of the talk, its finally about to become real. I am quirky woman who is going to pack up a few bags and launch myself into a place and a life 6000 miles away.
And you know what? For the first time in 12 months, I am no longer afraid.
"Pronto", I whisper with some trepidation and I can surely hear my heart pounding in my ears.
"Mizz.....this is Federico Cencetti calling to inform you that your visa is ready."
There it is....as simple as that.....a quiet, calm, "your visa is ready". Doesn't he hear the fifty piece marching band that is playing Viva la Italia! in my head? I am practically standing on my chair and all he adds is a perfunctory "Consulato hours are 10:00 am to 12:30 pm, Monday, Wednesday, and Friday".
Heck I am ready to go jump in my car and wait outside the embassy all night so I can be first in line!
Hanging up the phone....the news begins to seep in. Furiously at the beginning, with the feeling of conquest, much like when your team scores that last second goal needed to win that ever illusive championship...but then the slower nuances arrive. I really am going to be leaving soon. I really am exchange one life to start another.
All of the plans, all of the dreams, all of the talk, its finally about to become real. I am quirky woman who is going to pack up a few bags and launch myself into a place and a life 6000 miles away.
And you know what? For the first time in 12 months, I am no longer afraid.
posted by ~Sparrow | Tuesday, February 11, 2003
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