Well Shit, Son...

It's 3:12am and I cannot get to sleep at all.

I was wanting to save this for a later blog post, but here it goes:

I'm going on a legit tour to England. One that will take up 18 days and take me to 4 countries.

I haven't booked it yet. That's going to happen tomorrow... er, today rather.

I'm so anxious about it. But for the wrong reasons.

After the whole tour is said and done, I'm going to spend 4 days with David. So far, I have not been able to contact him since Saturday. I realize this is only 4 days and that I've gone longer spans of times with out having contact with him, but I still always get this sinking feeling when we don't talk for a few days that he's never going to talk to me again. I don't know why. I really don't.

Every time we talk on the phone he's always like, "I love you, come stay as long as you like, you're welcome at my house no matter what", but so many times I've had to carpet ripped out from under me by the people whom I'm romantically involved with.

Even though it's only 4 days I'm risking and if some how I can't get to his house or what not I could just get a hotel, I still am FREAKING out about it. It's not the meeting part. I know that we'll like each other. It's the 'will he show up to meet me some place' part. It's the 'if I take a taxi to his house, will I be able to find his house' part. It's the 'will I have to be really jank and show up on his door step because he doesn't answer his phone between now and October the 16th' part.

God I'm crazy.

Here's whats probably going to happen:

I'll go to the travel agent today and book the tour, the plane tickets, all that good jazz. I'll get a hold of David some time between today and the time I leave for England (which should be either the 22nd or 29th of September). I'll tell him, "Hey, I'm going to be coming to your house either late on the 16th of October or early the 17th. Be ready." He'll say, "Wow babes, this is really happening.... I hope you don't mind my garden." And then he will take a bath.

I actually just laughed at that. And relaxed a little.

It's all going to be alright. One way or another, we're going to meet. I'm not going to fucking England with out meeting David.

Period.

Over and out ♥

P.S. I'll post stuff about the trip after we book it tomorrow... er, today.