It's been a while.

This morning I am sitting at work, thinking about filling the day and wanting to write something. It has been a while, but as there is no one out there, who cares I'm only writing for myself- that's a challenge to anyone reading to contact me. I have been reading Amy Tan's The opposite of fate. I have enjoyed it immensely. It is one of those books where you read something and think "the same thing happened to me!" There's a skill in writing like that, that convinces the reader of shared experiences. I wish I could write.

Zhe and I are currently waiting for the visa. We have done everything and can now only wait for an answer. I've been waiting for nearly 3 years and now we are almost there. Can I still do it? Can I still open up and share my life with someone else? What about the things that you find out about another only after living with them. Can I cope with that, finding out about Zhe and she finding out about me. All that kind of stuff.