3 Weeks

3 weeks to the day until I'm home.  3 weeks.  3 weeks and a day til I see M.  3 weeks and a day until I can hug M, kiss M, and be in his energy again, in person, after a year and a half.  I'm nervous.  Really really excited, but nervous.  What if he changes his mind?  What if I change my mind?  What if we both change our minds?  Or what if neither of us changes our minds and we go for it?!  We're either really bad at staying together or really bad at being broken up.  And soon we'll know which it is.  I just hope timing isn't off again.  Neither of us are established at the moment, but maybe that's a good thing?  We're in a similar place anyway...and most importantly, we'll be in the same fecking country with no threat of me jetting off in the near future.  Funny, this blog was meant to be about my adventures living abroad in two different countries, but instead it's become about my journey with a certain person and personal growth.  A coming of age story without all the little details showing how I got from point A to point B.  Maybe one day I'll fill you all in on the nitty gritty.  In the meantime, I'll be working on the thesis and tying up all the loose ends in preparation to travel home.

Cheers,
Keely