I’ve never been particularly great at waiting. As a child my dad would scold me for being too impatient, hell he still does that now. But I’ve never been good at it—I hate the palpable tension, the unknown outcomes. I just want it and I want it now.
The waiting that I’ve done has been about mostly foolish things—a boy to text me back, an unanswered pitch email to the more important—dozens of job applications, test results in a fluorescent Planned Parenthood waiting room.
I’ve been doing the most agonizing waiting I’ve ever had to do—waiting for my beloved grandpa to die.Read more