It's Officially Freak Out Time!

I think it's safe to say I am officially freaking out.

Yup.

Officially.

Hooooly freakin' tacos.

One week.

Okay, a week and like a day.

But still.

One week.

 

 

I am bursting at the seams with excitement.

I'm also bursting at the seems with anxiety.

There are SOO many thoughts running through my head.

You have no idea.

Unless you're an MG.

Then you  know... ;)

 

 

It's like peanut butter and jelly.

Fire and ice.

Oh wait, it can't be both.

Peanut butter and jelly go together...

...fire and ice are opposites.

So I guess it's fire and ice.

These thoughts in my head.

They are fire and ice.

 

 

95% of the time I'm excited.

I cannot {wait} to be with him again.

There are no words to even begin expressing my excitement.

I have a constant case of butterflies.

Literally. Constant.

But that might be because of the anxiety too.

I am super anxious.

It is so incredibly scary.

There are a million plus one "what if's" that run through your head.

 

 

What if things are different between us?
What if we don't fit together anymore?
What if we've both changed too much?

It's really really scary.
I have this man.
This amazingly wonderful perfect-for-me man.
What if I lost him through the mission.
I don't think I have.
When we've gotten to talk on the phone, oh my goodness, everything felt perfect.
Still two total goofballs.
Still laughing at everything.
Still so easy to talk to him.
Talking to him everything felt just like when he left.
But it's still really really scary.

But I think for now, the excitement far outweighs the nerves.
I have a feel that day I will be more nerves than excitement.
But it's not that day yet.
I've still got 8 more days.
Eight. More. Days.
That sounds so weird.
I remember complaining about eight months.
Now we're to days.

I'm freaking out.
I am bursting at the seams with a million emotions.
The butterflies in my stomach drive me crazy every day.
But in a good way.
Gah! I cannot {wait} to be with him again.
Soooo close.