The UPS Man!
So it is September 17th, 2010…a mellow Friday night here in Kingston and I apologize readers for not posting another blog sooner than now, but my life has been literally on full speed since I departed from the States on Tuesday the 14th. Clearly, my wish came true & my passport was returned to me on time if I am here in Kingston currently sitting in my comfortable bedroom. Let me fill you all in since my last post because it is a funny story at that!
So come early Monday morning (Sept. 13th ’10) I obsessively checked my email yet again to see if there was any progress in the issuing of my passport/visa. To my amazement I was sent a confirmation email saying that my passport indeed has been issued and was going to be sent via mail for 24 hr. next day air. Let me tell you, at that moment in time a feeling of relief definitely came over me. However, after repeatedly checking my email every 30 mins. to see if the tracking of my package via UPS (United Postal Service) had been sent, to my dismay, the tracking never progressed throughout the greater part of the day.
Ok, so you can only imagine that by now that sigh of relief I experienced earlier for about 30 seconds now was turning into straight aggravation and nervousness. All I kept thinking was that my passport would never be returned on time before I had to catch a flight the next day at approx. 2:23.
Well after dinner that night I got an email saying that my passport was FINALLY in the hands of UPS and was en route. So after an extremely long long night of crossed fingers and harassing of the service agents that work at UPS, I was finally a bit hopeful that my passport may be returned to me before my flight the next day. Skip to about 10:30 a.m the following morning…after sweating bullets for fear of never having my passport, the UPS man happily showed up at my doorstep bearing my packaged passport. “THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOUUUUU!!!” is all I managed to repeatedly say to the UPS man, I literally was about two steps away from hugging him because I was soooo happy and in such disbelief that this happened…besides he was a good-looking fellow at that 😉
After this whole escapade, my mother & I rushed out of the house and drove to Hancock International Airport, in Syracuse, NY. My head was rushing and my heart was beating at a ridiculously high rate. NERVES. However, for as a nervous wreck as I was (& believe me, I had such butterflies in my stomach, that I truly thought I was going to get sick) I finally realized I was holding my passport with my stamped visa in my hand. And it was in that exact moment of that it dawned on me that this dream I have been waiting for for the past few years was REALLY going to happen now!