Archive for August 2025
There is a peculiar ache in the waiting.
It’s not sharp like grief, nor warm like joy-it’s a quiet, aching hum of something unfinished. I’m living in that ache right now. The place between “sent” and “received”, between prayer and response. My visa application for the UK is out there somewhere, moving through hands I’ll never see. And here I am, somewhere between excitement and uncertainty, holding onto a…
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