Logistics.
When going well, things seem to fall together into the right place. When it's not, it's a perfectionist's nightmare.
Scheduled places with no easily accessible (read: locked and left with no key) entrances, folks who close at odd hours, people who can't answer the phone, folks who can't return calls, people making ridonkolous requests, and a whole plethora of mishaps.
After all was said and done, I realized everything could have been a lot worse. I'm grateful to the Father they weren't.
Part 3 is helping me remember how much more flexible I have to be and far I will be stretched.
On the much greener side/plus side/silver lining part, the French and Japanese Academies have been very helpful in the lifting of my spirits. This is the second year in a row that makes me want to pick back up my français and learn more fervently (日本語) nihongo.
Ending this night with some cold pizza. Bonne nuit.
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