Departure lounge

I'm waiting yet again in the same familiar departure lounge for yet another flight. This flight, as many of my flights, has been delayed, and with a surreal sense of being trapped in an eternal repetitive cycle, I'm waiting for my departure gate to be announced, uncertain if I will get to board in half an hour, an hour, or if the flight will be cancelled. Sometimes it seems like I spend my entire life waiting in lounges, stuck in a limbo: for flights, for my prince to come, for qualification for permanent residency, for something to happen. I'm waiting for my departure gate to be announced: for my life to begin.