I was supposed to be with him 40 minutes ago.

Ok, so this is the current saga in the life of Emily. 

I had to get it out some how, 

I already talked the ear off of the one friend available to listen who would get it, 

so I am resorting to talking to no one, and posting a blog. 

I was supposed to be with Jonathan 40 minutes ago.

Very long, very confusing story short, 

the air line messed up and he didn't have a seat on the plane, 

he showed up right on time, rather than early, 

so by the time they figured out what was going on, 

it was too late to get him onto the plane that would get him here at 9pm

(something I was very excited about, OUR FIRST DECENT FLIGHT TIME EVER)

So, they gave him the flight that would get him out here the soonest, 

one that would get him here at midnight. 

Now I was pretty pissed by this point, 

at the air line, at the military, at the world really. 

The icing on the cake, 

his layover in Denver was 30 minutes. 

He had to get from one end of the airport 

to the other, in 30 minutes. 

Needless to say he didn't make the flight. 

So now he is in a huge line, 

waiting to see if he can get another flight out of there, 

one that he said "won't be any time soon." 

and I get to sit here in my empty house 

waiting to here what time I should be in the city to pick him up.

Have I mentioned how much I hate:

air lines, 

the military, 

distance,

with my entire being lately? 

Cuz if not, I totally do.

It's The Final Count Down

I will be with Jonathan in just over 2 days. 

This feeling is terrible, 

the last five days or so have been worse than the last 7 months

That's a total lie

 But they have been terrible.

For those of you who have never done this, 

the excitement hits in bults 

These terrible, sudden, huge shock waves of realization. 

They come so suddenly, 

because if you let yourself feel them all the time, 

you would drive yourself and every one around you insane. 

So you shove those thoughts back down 

as soon as you're strong enough to over power them again.

Last Wednesday, when I realized how close the day was getting, 

I had one of those shock waves. 

I got so excited it hurt. 

Not even kidding. 

You know that feeling you get when you've eaten too much sugar, 

where your heart feels like a humming bird trying to get out of your chest, 

and you're trying to decide if you should call 911 or not, 

yeah, that happened for an hour. 

I literally was almost in tears because I wanted it to stop so bad. 

Who knew it was possible to get that excited?! 

The last few days I've been angry for some reason. 

I just feel really irritated. 

I'm sic of waiting. 

I'm sic of being away from him.

I'm dying to be done with this crap.

I'm crazy jealous of basically every person in the world, 

(all the people who actually are with their significant other) 

I'm annoyed when any one who is with their love tries to complain about anything, 

even if it is a legitimate complaint. 

The good news is that I have had plenty of distraction through my family and friends, 
and it didn't end with Christmas! 
My family and I will be traveling tomorrow, 

and then Friday we will be at the beach, 

where I plan to sleep in as late as I can 

(Gotta use up as much day as possible, right?) 

then run around on the beach, 

then start the trip to Rohnert Park before I go pick up Jonathan from SFO. 

OMG.... I'm going to be picking up Jonathan!

(There goes another shock wave)