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“What you get by achieving your goals is not as important as what you become by achieving your goals.” ~Johann Wolfang von Goethe
Silence. Not a word.
Another day is over. The news you were waiting for didn’t arrive.
Everyone else around you keeps moving. They know where they’re going.
You don’t. You watch the days go by and think of all the things you could have done. You feel like you’re wasting your time.
It seems pretty pointless. You’re not where you want to be.
Sometimes we have to wait. You left one job, but the next one is not yet here. You want to go back to the soccer field, but your injury is not yet healed. You’re stuck in a city you just want to leave behind. Or you just simply don’t know what to do next.
In May, my husband and I moved across the world from Germany, my home for over twenty-five years, to Canada, his home country. We had already applied for permanent residence for me months before we came.
Give it a few weeks and it will arrive, we thought. Then I could start looking for a job. Start my career. Move forward.
Weeks became months. August came and I was still hopeful. I checked the mailbox every day. Maybe to…
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“What you get by achieving your goals is not as important as what you become by achieving your goals.” ~Johann Wolfang von Goethe
Silence. Not a word.
Another day is over. The news you were waiting for didn’t arrive.
Everyone else around you keeps moving. They know where they’re going.
You don’t. You watch the days go by and think of all the things you could have done. You feel like you’re wasting your time.
It seems pretty pointless. You’re not where you want to be.
Sometimes we have to wait. You left one job, but the next one is not yet here. You want to go back to the soccer field, but your injury is not yet healed. You’re stuck in a city you just want to leave behind. Or you just simply don’t know what to do next.
In May, my husband and I moved across the world from Germany, my home for over twenty-five years, to Canada, his home country. We had already applied for permanent residence for me months before we came.
Give it a few weeks and it will arrive, we thought. Then I could start looking for a job. Start my career. Move forward.
Weeks became months. August came and I was still hopeful. I checked the mailbox every day. Maybe to…
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