I am going to be completely honest.
I am fucking pissed off.
No, but, with all seriousness, people just do not have manners anymore. Civility. What happened to it?
Anyhow, tomorrow I begin my grand voyage. Alone. Again.
The WHOLE POINT of this post is a prayer.
I pray that this be the last grand voyage I take alone because I have to. Because there is no one who wants to or is able to join me. Mind you, I enjoy traveling alone.
However, I have become increasingly irked with the fact that I HAVE to travel alone.
No, if this prayer, this plea to the lord above, does not come into fruition, I will not stop discovering the world. Even if it has to be on my own.
It would just be nice to have someone to share all the glory with. Nice to have someone to share the driving with. Someone’s shoulder to lean on during long bus or plane rides. Stuff like that.
Ok. God. If you are reading this blog then DAMN I am doing better than I thought! In all seriousness, I do not want to be alone anymore.
I want a lover, a husband. I want to see a positive sign on a pregnancy test then feel a mixture of panic and joy run to the husband and hold him so close his torso is pressing up against the child growing in my uterus.
Of course, I don’t want this all this moment. The pregnancy part especially can wait until after the ski season has ended.
Yes. This is my prayer.
~ you know who I am