A Fat Purple Fig

It can be satisfying to be wronged, to stand on the side of the right and rally those around you to sympathy. The truth is, difficulties of life aside, the late visas were entirely my fault. When they arrived, however, the greater problem was that I didn’t in fact have my ‘hopes up’ after all. In fact, I was quite enjoying the idea of staying at home, topped off with the added martyrdom of having missed out.