Still ...

Lately I've been getting impatient. I received a parole answer last year that said I would be picked up in May for a four-month rehab program and get out in September. Like most things around here, I expected everything to come together later than scheduled but here it is almost August and there is still no sign of me even starting the program.

I think it goes without saying I am pumped to be home soon. Though most of my friends have moved on and away, I still look forward to spending time with family, I can't wait to get this institutional structure off my back and out of my head. These things - and more - I have anticipated for years but last November the jets were turned on.

Last month I began my process of detachment from this place. First, I found an extra coworker for the library and showed both he and the other coworker the ropes. That backfired. Both guys are no longer there and I'm back to only one coworker. I tried to step away but now I'm back in the thick of it, working and training the next guy.

Second, I pulled back my extroverted self. I used to interact with a broad spectrum of guys but, since I'm laving soon, I don't want to invest in relationships that I'll just snap in half in a short time. I'm pretty much just hanging out with West and Le now that Shane is gone.

Third, I'm getting rid of physical stuff I don't want to carry with me and I'm preparing my mental stuff for when I get out. I gave away my role-playing books and sent home a load of literature to empty my locker a bit. I'm holding on to about a dozen books to read during transit and at the program. I've been planning a budget and studying business to try to ready myself for starting a small venture on the side. Through all of this I am keeping focused on the Lord, knowing He has plans for me but clueless as to His schedule.

And that's what has been getting to me lately. I'm ready to leave, was ready a month ago, years ago, but I'm still here waiting. I feel like I am at a restaurant waiting for the lighted buzzer in my hand to go off with no results. I wish they had not told me I made parole if they were not planning to uphold their end of the bargain. They are three months behind and the waiting is killing me.