It's a little amusing to read what I have written here thus far. Days chug on by, and months pass one after another after another. I don't write as much here because I am not in such turmoil, I think. I still don't know what will ultimately happen, but I'm much more complacent in this uncertainty these days. I don't know if that's because I am more sure of things, or because I've just resigned myself to my fate... whatever it may be.
December is looking to be a good time. I am going on a trip by myself, the prospect of which is both exhilarating and terrifying, and I can assure you that it promises to be one of the highlights of my entire life thus far.
And then when I get back.... maybe he will come.

I'm not going to let myself get too excited about it at this point. There are so many things that could prevent this from happening. When I see him come off the plane, then I can get excited. Not before. :) I'm incredibly nervous. Expectations are high for us both, and I think we are both a little afraid. But I also think that's perfectly reasonable, and to be expected. So, we'll see. If he comes.