Diary of M.
How does the saying go? If you want to make God laugh, tell her your plans. Or something like that. If that’s true, God—or whoever is in charge—must have been laughing her head off over the past year of my life. Since I don’t believe in God, the only one who (didn’t) laugh was me.
I thought I had to wait for a definitive answer before writing anything, but nearly six months of limbo have passed and that answer is slow in coming. I wanted to wait for the perfect moment to wrap things up, when—so I hoped—my emotions and thoughts about this whole process would also take on a coherent structure. But after six months of waiting, I’m resigning myself to the fact that I don’t know if that moment will ever come the way I had imagined it.