Dreaming

This morning I was dreaming of you in your new house. I was a fly on the wall, I think you were having breakfast & your mum was there. You were wearing that hat, the stripey one your brother gave you. Something about the scene gave the impression that you weren't very happy. There was a running monologue. That's right, we were both flies on the wall, you were explaining something about yourself to me, explaining why you weren't happy.

That was when I woke up, I'd hardly opened my eyes before grabbing my phone to check the inbox. There was a (1) waiting for me. I couldn't wait to read through it, so pleased to finally hear from you. So pleased that my mass of emails hadn't deterred you. There couldn't have been a more perfect way to wake up. I gave a stupid little scream/cry & rolled over to get some more sleep.

Needless to say, that didn't happen. So I read your email again. And again.

Even mum rang to ask if I'd heard from you.

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Day 3

I wrote out our first encounter last night, my side of it anyway. I struggled to word it the way I wanted it to read. It's amazing the things you remember...and the things you don't. I remember wanting to talk to you all night, I remember trying not to be selfish. I don't remember a lot of our conversation, but I do remember learning about Mack.

I won't post it yet, I'd rather you see this site before I post anything too detailed.

I figured you'd get home about 7pm Perth time yesterday, I kept checking my inbox to see if there was a (1). I think I ended up sending 9 emails in the 2/3 days since you last emailed. I can laugh at me now, but it was really tough. Is that sad? No, I don't think so.

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Day 2

Last night I read your letter, went through our photos & watched you on the video all before I went to sleep.

I wish we'd taken more photos, more video. More anything for me to go through while I wait for you to get home. I told you I'm impatient. I wasn't lying. =P

I've started a savings log to track how much I've saved for Europe. I'm gonna be really good and try not to spend much on silly things. My car should be paid off soon, that will definitely help.

As much as we scare me, I find myself keen to make this work. I am so excited for you, for everything you're going to do in these coming months.

Can't wait to see you.

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Formalities

My love was on the 3am flight to London this morning. I couldn't see him off at the airport and it will be Thirty7 Weeks until I see him again.

Or there abouts.

This blog is a diary for me to keep track of what I get up to in the months leading up to seeing him again.

This is my head in print form, don't expect it to make sense.

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