I'm getting frustrated not knowing when I'm going to leave. My principal told me that she has spoken with someone at the Houston consulate and that there's a possibility I don't need my official transcript after all. I don't know. I just know that I'm ready to go. (Except for the fact that I'm still trying to figure out which of my family members is going to buy my car since Carmax tried to lowball me).
Until then, I am buying things I can't afford and worrying about my lack of work clothes.
I just remembered that God says not to worry about things. So scratch all that.
It always starts with the metaphor of weeds as sin.
11 months ago
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