It's 6:19am and I'm awake. Well, technically, I'm awake. In a few minutes I'll set out to pick up my carpool buddies, head to the fifth Friday of A-100, and remain as attentive as possible during the day's usual insane schedule. And then, at 3:30pm, after friends and family of more than seventy professionals have gathered in a room in Arlington...
Then, I will find out my first overseas Foreign Service posting. In honor of my schizophrenic mood this morning, a poem:
A Jumble
I want to run and jump and shout!
I want to run and hide and cry.
Excitement, thrill, intensity, anticipation,
Fear, apprehension, unease, dry-mouth.
New friends and colleagues around me,
Old friends and family left behind.
Overlaying everything:
passion adventure dreams.
More in approximately twelve hours...
--Z
Then, I will find out my first overseas Foreign Service posting. In honor of my schizophrenic mood this morning, a poem:
A Jumble
I want to run and jump and shout!
I want to run and hide and cry.
Excitement, thrill, intensity, anticipation,
Fear, apprehension, unease, dry-mouth.
New friends and colleagues around me,
Old friends and family left behind.
Overlaying everything:
passion adventure dreams.
More in approximately twelve hours...
--Z
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