And just like that, my ticket from Dulles to New Delhi on January 9 is as worthless as the paper it's printed on. Entirely predictable. Saw it coming the moment omicron appeared. The timing really couldn't have been worse for my travel plans and research aspirations. While this constitutes merely the latest in a two-year string of postponements and cancellations from Fulbright, this one hits a little different. Four fucking days. Four days and I would have been in the air. As it stands, I've entered in-absentia status at the UC, meaning I'm no longer actively employed. At least I have my first Fulbright stipend. Maybe I should fly to Vegas for my 35th and turn it into some real money. I've packed all my belongings into storage bins and moved out of the Syracuse house, meaning I don't actually have anywhere to live until February 1, or whenever USIEF decides to reopen. My car is now registered in VA with my parents. Even my tabla are in the custody of another. The bags are packed. I've had three shots. All dressed up with nowhere to go.
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