Waiting...

The U2 song "40" repeats a refrain that Joelle and I have been able to relate to these last few weeks.

How long.....to sing this song?
How long.....to sing this song?

For Joelle and I, the "song" we've been singing for a while has been the reality of living life in the U.S. while knowing that we're meant--eventually--to be elsewhere.

A few weeks ago we finally finished our application to head overseas and teach English in Vietnam. It was a bit of a harrowing process, lasting a total of about eight months from starting our applications to finally getting everything turned in.

Now we wait just a little longer, while the organization we've applied with decides what they want to do with us. A strange feeling, having one's future in the hands of another person. But familiar somehow, nonetheless...