h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

16 days and about twelve hours and I'll be Leaving On A Jet Plane.

That's... no time. No time at /all/ in the scheme of things, is it? And yet it's not really sunk in. So I write to sink it. 16 days, twelve hours, I will be boarding a Boeing 747 and flying though the air - first to a disease infested Singapore, and then to Australia, where I will be landing in Sydney International Airport there to gaze blearily at a girl.

That is some /scary/ stuff, people.

She's a special girl, in various senses of the word.

Maybe certain people need a certain kind of people, and that's all there is to the matter. I... despair at the world, sometimes, I worry that it's /not the way I think it should be/. Too simplistic. Too shallow. My hope is that no matter what a person thinks of themselves, no matter how much they wallow in their own self-loathing, there is someone out there who will adore them - worship the ground they walk upon more than they ever would have dared consider.

And I adore her. I'm beginning to get that annoying, uplifting pressure behind my breastbone when I think about her. But then... I've felt that before, so there's caution, and there's fear, and it all gets mixed up in my head to the point where I can't think about it at all. Instead I just plunge on with practicalities and hope and pray that it will turn out /right/.

Every time I take a leap like that, I come away a winner, laughing all the way to the bank. Still, every time, there's the fear.

Wish me luck.