Gallavanting

I did something today that should be making me really happy but is leaving me feeling more mixed: I booked tickets to go to London, Ontario at the end of January.

Why, you may well be asking, should anyone be happy about buying tickets to anywhere in Ontario at the end of January?

The answer, of course, is love. I'll be flying to that fair city in the dead of fracking winter to visit D.Jack. And when I get there, you can be very certain that I'm going to be very happy about the getting there.

But the going that precedes the getting? Oh, not so happy about that, not at all.

I've been putting off buying the tickets and putting off buying the tickets. Tomorrow maybe, or I'll just wait for [issathing]. My hesitancy was throwing me off a bit.

Why wasn't I on booking that visit like white on rice?

It hit me this evening, not so long ago. Because it's also making me sad. I think one could properly say that today I have been moping. I pulled it together for a coffee with Steve, but other than that, I have been Eeyoring around the house and all along my route of chores.

Of course, it's fine. It's only for a few months, and now we have plans to see each other in January and in February. It's not like I'm lacking for stuff to do of an evening and the internet - our main method of communication, even when we live close - is always right there.

Notwithstanding: I'll miss him, and sorely.

Though the fact that he is in my life to miss? Some happiness in and of itself, right there.