That’s what is on my mind this Saturday morning. Not the book or the movie but something else, and it makes me both happy and low key concerned and overall proud but overwhelmed with excitement.

When I think about where the two of us were just one year ago and where we are today, I didn’t see this coming but that isn’t a bad thing. Had I seen it coming I may have attempted to alter it and no alteration is needed and at this point undesired.

What I’ve seen is fucking beautiful. It’s like one of my daydreams become real. She has to fly out tonight but when she’s back in a week it will be real. Not only will it be real, but it puts some things into motion I wanted to forget about. I got more than I thought I would, not as much as I wanted because I thought just perhaps ….

It means I have to come down on one side or the other of something I’ve waffled on, because what comes next is going to require it. Can I do this alone? Yes. Can I be successful alone? Yes.

Am I ready to deal with the aftermath? I don’t know that I am, but I’ve stood in the storm before, no need to think I cannot do it again. Not making history, repeating it.

I’ve got a lot to pack and unpack. I’m adding more as soon as I finish with the coffee and the kitchen.

Forward. Forward and South.