Even though I finalized my remaining SE Asia/Australia flights this week, it seems like my self-contentedness at this heroic milestone is being smothered by a massive, memory foam pillow. Of which the sham covering is a literal symbol for the sham that is my Nanaimo Life Of Waiting. An interminable sea is stretched between me and salvation. A stagnant sea involving the months of May, June, July and August. And I guess, also, what's to be "salvaged" of this April term.
It's hard to wait any longer. Another solo summer stands in front of me, no job security or ready fulfillment on the table, so fuck you, VIUFA. I am really trying to save myself, but it's hard being the heroine with no sidekick. I wish I could wear the club colours without feeling like shit.
There is an imprint of both sides of my face in the real memory foam pillow on my bed from the hours I've spent waiting for sleep. Waiting for the dream about the Vietnamese beach, the cool breeze, dorky sunglasses and the hand I get to hold for the first time in 12 months.
- milly
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