Maybe Jamie will also get a tattoo done in New York tomorrow. She wants a certain set of words on her back, but doesn't have a font that feels right for it. Using my handwriting was the original plan, but I don't know if I can recreate a style of writing that fits the message Jamie wants.
Five weeks to go until my interview. Still a lot of things to do. I feel like I'm missing something critical to all of this. That something is going to blindside us and cause one annoyance between now and then.
I really need to learn to drive. That'll have to be a goal after the green light from immigration. But then I really need to get on with a lot of things. I'm becoming a little bit worse at procrastinating, spending time listing the things to do and putting them in an order, instead of actually doing things.
It's strange having so many desires that aren't tangential: the desire to drive, the desire to feel secure in another country. It leaves me in a feeling of limbo, to some extent. Sometimes I don't feel like much has changed in the last half a year, which is bizarre because everything has, really. At least the organising makes all the arduous tasks seem like a large amount of baby steps. And without a car of my own, I've gotten used to walking around.
