As a teenager I waited for my first kiss, pierced ears, a date for the prom, and a college acceptance letter.
As a young woman I waited for the perfect job, the perfect partner, the sound of little feet running around my home.
And now as I am growing older I am waiting in a queue for a retirement apartment. A place of my own. A simple place. A place of serenity. A place to call home.
We wait for many things throughout our lifetime. Some of those things happen and some don't. Some were worth waiting for and some weren't.
For the past twelve years I have been waiting for the time when I could live near my two daughters and my grandchildren. This past year I put my name on the waiting list for a retirement apartment near them. I have been anxiously waiting, but then in August things changed. I won't go into the circumstances, but it looks like the time is no longer right for me to move to Georgia.
So I will continue to wait for the time when I can move close to my family. Life is a series of waiting, but we must believe that in that waiting there are present moments to live, love, and find happiness.