Waiting..... Waiting..... WAITING!
A pre-warning for anybody who is planning a trip to India: getting your visa will be insane and it's advisable to get it taken care of months in advance. For the past week I've been waiting for my visa and passport to turn up... But ALAS! It's lost in the overflowing seas of other lost passports and irresponsibility of the Indian Consulate. My mom got hers only in a day, and she's been amazing: paying for parking, being a tigress to the unyielding visa people, and a true best friend in our hurricane of stress, hunger, and sleep deprivation. We've both been around in this little green-painted waiting room enough that we're on first name basis with all of the workers and security guards, which, though I've made lovely new friends, is NOT necessarily a good thing.
But (I'm trying to work on this) let me try to send more POSITIVE vibes into the great universe, maybe they'll echo around a bit and come back in the shape of my passport and visa... ya never know. So, while waiting, I've polished up my Salsa dancing skills, read a good book, and fallen in love with some beautiful people in various different San Francisco cafes. (Its so fun people-watching in cities. You never know who you might see or strike up a conversation with. So far I've met an Italian man, two Egyptian men, a Russian woman and a guy that works at Peets and likes honey in his tea almost as much as I do.) That is most definitely one of the positive aspects of living in large cities: so many people to meet! Though I miss the trees and woods every time I'm stuck in all these tall towering buildings and dingy dark parking garages, an interesting conversation with a bright eyed person who speaks with a musical accent is a good exchange.
I want to take a second to thank whomever might be reading this for coming to my blog, though you might have been in search for writings about what glorious sights I've seen in the Beijing airport, or where I am in the Tibetan hills. I'll be there SOON. I just have to get this darn visa (that sneaky little thing has been slipping through everyones fingers!)
Hopefully, me and the Mothership will be leaving on a plane tonight at 10:35, and though that seems a bit unrealistic, I just know the universe will get sick of my nagging and meditating and praying... Now, I can almost blend in to every other San Francisco street person just because I keep whispering under my breath, "IwillgetmyvisaIwillgetmyvisaIwillgetmyvisa".... But I'm sure it'll all pay off soon.
A pre-warning for anybody who is planning a trip to India: getting your visa will be insane and it's advisable to get it taken care of months in advance. For the past week I've been waiting for my visa and passport to turn up... But ALAS! It's lost in the overflowing seas of other lost passports and irresponsibility of the Indian Consulate. My mom got hers only in a day, and she's been amazing: paying for parking, being a tigress to the unyielding visa people, and a true best friend in our hurricane of stress, hunger, and sleep deprivation. We've both been around in this little green-painted waiting room enough that we're on first name basis with all of the workers and security guards, which, though I've made lovely new friends, is NOT necessarily a good thing.
But (I'm trying to work on this) let me try to send more POSITIVE vibes into the great universe, maybe they'll echo around a bit and come back in the shape of my passport and visa... ya never know. So, while waiting, I've polished up my Salsa dancing skills, read a good book, and fallen in love with some beautiful people in various different San Francisco cafes. (Its so fun people-watching in cities. You never know who you might see or strike up a conversation with. So far I've met an Italian man, two Egyptian men, a Russian woman and a guy that works at Peets and likes honey in his tea almost as much as I do.) That is most definitely one of the positive aspects of living in large cities: so many people to meet! Though I miss the trees and woods every time I'm stuck in all these tall towering buildings and dingy dark parking garages, an interesting conversation with a bright eyed person who speaks with a musical accent is a good exchange.
I want to take a second to thank whomever might be reading this for coming to my blog, though you might have been in search for writings about what glorious sights I've seen in the Beijing airport, or where I am in the Tibetan hills. I'll be there SOON. I just have to get this darn visa (that sneaky little thing has been slipping through everyones fingers!)
Hopefully, me and the Mothership will be leaving on a plane tonight at 10:35, and though that seems a bit unrealistic, I just know the universe will get sick of my nagging and meditating and praying... Now, I can almost blend in to every other San Francisco street person just because I keep whispering under my breath, "IwillgetmyvisaIwillgetmyvisaIwillgetmyvisa".... But I'm sure it'll all pay off soon.
Hopefully next time I write, I'll be giddy with happiness and on my way to foreign lands!
Xoxoxo
Lots of love,
Chandra Lunah Moore
