Have you ever had that feeling like you’re just waiting for something to happen? You don’t know what it is but you know it’s something. It makes you anxious but also bored. Anxious. Bored. Anxious. Bored. Anxious and bored. It gets tiring. You want a to know whet it is, so you can get it over with. But then again, you feel as if you’ll have nothing to take up your time or think about, if the waiting is done. So in a strange way, you like the wait. It entertains you and keeps you sane. Even though it’s driving you crazy on the inside, it still makes you happy. That’s the place I’m in at the moment. The waiting place. I can’t wait to leave but at the same time I want to stay. Kind of weird, right? Tell me what you think. Thoughts? Comments? Questions?