Falling asleep on a bean bag chair is not the most comfortable thing in the world, which is why I woke up at 2:00am and made my way to the bedroom (although it was too hot and sticky to sleep well there either). I think I had nodded off around 1:30am, trying to watch the television coverage of the massive Cyclone Yasi as it approached the northern parts of Queensland. I sat there, waiting, and waiting… wondering how it was going to pan out.
Cailin Travels did a word of the day post for “waiting” this week, and she is so spot on. Travelers are going to wait at some point or another. You get good at waiting, whether it be in the airport or in line for tickets. I thought about her post while I was sitting there glued to my television screen, and I couldn’t imagine waiting in a local’s perspective for Yasi to make land. What was about to happen?
I couldn’t wait any longer to find out (I fell asleep, duh) and checked up in the morning when I rolled out of bed. Surprisingly, this gigantic, powerful, daunting cyclone hasn’t caused any deaths, which is crazy to think about when people are likening it to Hurricane Katrina. However, the damage has been done; don’t expect to be buying any bananas any time soon.
Poor Queensland. It’s been a rough start to the year for the entire state.
The craziness of being in Australia is that I get to deal with the heat and humidity while my family back in America gets the winter chills. They, too, were waiting… for one of the worst blizzards to hit in years. I saw the images on the news; cars were stopped on the highways in Chicago, but luckily my old college roommate stocked up on a case of wine in anticipation.
Oh waiting. I hate thee with a major passion. What I hate waiting for the most right now is my Aussie frickin’ visa. Hurry up already.