Today I woke up in Colorado. Boston is officially behind me, and so my long anticipated journey officially begins. The future is uncertain and I am anxious to put the next few days behind me.
You see, although I am supposed to go to New Zealand in four days, I still do not have a visa. Things from the past like to hold on to you and hold you back, so in typical style, just like last time, my visa will be either granted or denied to me at the last minute.
There's nothing I can do but wait. I don't know what I'll do if I don't get it. I haven't decided if I'll continue on with the journey or redirect myself. In the meantime, I'm here in Fort Collins, waiting at the edge of snow-capped mountains, the Rockies, the gateway, the stream at the edge of the forest.
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