I feel like I’m on a roller coaster, but not in the sense that you might expect. I don’t feel like I’m barrelling down the tracks, flipping over through loops and going out of control. No, I feel like the ride has just started, climbed up the initial slope, and now I’m waiting for the big drop. I feel like the first car has already cleared the lip, giving the promise of an exciting time. But I can’t see it; I’m stuck in the third car from the end, inching my way up to the summit. Anticipation is building up inside me and I’m finding myself ill-equipped to deal with it.