Waiting patiently

I feel equally happy and frustrated these days. I made a decision about my future that I’m very happy about – and I wonder how I suddenly found out about this opportunity. I have been praying for something to happen in my life, that would show me a future, that would be different from unemployment and in worst case – that I would have to leave the Faroes to live in Denmark again.

And suddenly I found a way to follow an old dream, and it feels like a miracle. I am very grateful, and I’m confident that I can do this.

But I am waiting for the day where I will know if I’m qualified or not. It’s a one day long test, that will take place in a month. A MONTH?

The past years have been flying away, and now a month seems forever?

I don’t understand the concept of “time”

I am waiting, and I know when I’ve finished waiting, I will have a hard time keeping up with time!

I can’t wait for the adventures at sea.. if I pass the tests, that is. I know I will, but one can’t be sure until it’s confirmed.

Counting days..

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