Parfait.
I arrived in Edinburgh on Tuesday, and every moment has been great. It's cold (colder than last winter, I think), but even that is somehow refreshing. I love everything about this experience: at the airport I was met with a hug and a kiss and a huge smile. A mix of excitement and nerves, both of us were so ready and so unprepared for this moment. Six months since I'd seen him. It felt like forever, and it felt like a day. At first I was still a little wary about what would happen, how we would pass the awkward interlude between "online" and "real-life," but it passed, and we've held onto each other very tightly since then. I never want to let him go, because it reminds me that I'm eventually going to have to leave, and spend another 2 and 1/2 months without him...
Oh, and my friends are great, too. Invited a bunch of my favourite girls over for dinner, and we gabbed and chatted and passed a lovely evening before I was ready to fall asleep in Mr. Perfect's arms, who was sitting right next to me. It's been so shocking and wonderful just to be in the same room with him, after all this waiting - all this time. It feels so special, but also so comfortable, so normal, so perfectly right. What more could I ask for?
Today I plan to work on my essay, and turn it in by... tomorrow? I sure hope so. I'm ready to get it out of my hands. And I have to find my degree too, and get that into my hands - because the evil University never sent it to me! Imagine that... not such a big surprise, to me. Oh well. Nothing can ruin this perfectly wonderful trip, so I'm sure I will go over to the office and things will work out just fine.
I am happy.
Oh, and my friends are great, too. Invited a bunch of my favourite girls over for dinner, and we gabbed and chatted and passed a lovely evening before I was ready to fall asleep in Mr. Perfect's arms, who was sitting right next to me. It's been so shocking and wonderful just to be in the same room with him, after all this waiting - all this time. It feels so special, but also so comfortable, so normal, so perfectly right. What more could I ask for?
Today I plan to work on my essay, and turn it in by... tomorrow? I sure hope so. I'm ready to get it out of my hands. And I have to find my degree too, and get that into my hands - because the evil University never sent it to me! Imagine that... not such a big surprise, to me. Oh well. Nothing can ruin this perfectly wonderful trip, so I'm sure I will go over to the office and things will work out just fine.
I am happy.