There's a long, long road ahead.

Somedays I feel like I don't realize this. Like part of me is looking forward to finishing one thing- and just being done, to the part where I can do work and travel and start my life for real, but looking at it like it'll be a happily every after and not more living. I don't know why this is, but it's very different to really stop and realize how much that'll be living, just like now. I'd say that this is the easy part, but no, I don't think it is. I've tasted a bit of other things, and I believe that the hardest parts are staring me in the face right now, barring that I have a child. Because at that point I think all bets are off in general.

Don't know why this sticks out to me right now but it does.

The home range really isn't quite so home-rangy, because there'll be another one. And another one. And another one. And some days, I don't want that, I want to sleep a long time, just with feelings of either having been just a little sick a long time, or depressed, stressed, I dunno. More and more days than it used to be though... I find I can look forward to that future.

Right now... I feel weary, but not like I want to sleep forever. A long time, yes, but it's more of a "this'd be a good day to sleep way past noon and wake up to little kitten kisses on my neck".

I do miss waking up to her. But little thoughts like that make my smile. Help me remember that I really don't mind that it keeps going after this, because I want that rest of the road to come and most of it, I'd like to go as slow as possible so I can sit down and enjoy it.

It's nice to be impatient for things, sometimes. Makes me smile.




...except when that reminds me I'm currently bouncing over waiting for next week's Game of Thrones. They're doing a great series adapting the book so far, go watch! Fishy wants to see more. x.x