Hello, World

So, Krissa arrives on Thursday morning.

That's this Thursday.

The day after tomorrow.

Hmmm.

As adults, we get very good at containing excitement. It just doesn't do to run around in circles throwing your hands in the air and shouting 'Yippee!'.

So I won't.

But I want to.

Hmmm.

I'll talk about something else instead. Relating to Krissa, of course. I think that we've done brilliantly these last few months. We have spoken to each other multiple times a day without breaking the bank, we've shared a lot, and made great progress with our plans.
I've fallen in love with her every single day.

I know that I will see her on Thursday, and I'm thrilled, but lurking underneath that joy is the knowledge that she'll be leaving again on Monday, but I'm trying not to think about it, because we will again go from spending every waking moment together to just...speaking multiple times a day, sharing as much as we can, and making daily progress with our plans.
This is breeding a curious kind of tension in me, one which centres around a frustration in the day to day. This crazy turn my life has taken has meant that at times I have seemingly infinite patience - I will wait in queues without annoyance, I will wait for absent buses with never an evil thought towards the company, I will accept work for people and help and not mind when a days' work is lost to a change of managerial whim.

But these last few days all of that is gone and this tension is rising...but just talking to Krissa at the beginning and the end of each day just drains that feeling of tension and frustration from across my shoulders, and from the first laugh, it is gone completely.

So now you know why the running round in circles might not be out of order.
I'm seeing the love of my life on Thursday.