Months of research and anticipation have come down to this. I have a folder full of boarding passes, train tickets, hotel confirmations, self written tour guides and itineraries. I am nothing if not organized and prepared. It's funny because Mj has almost no idea of what we're doing on this trip because I planned it all and haven't been able to discuss any of the final details with him. It'll be a nice surprise for him. I still cannot believe that I am going to Europe. Like a wedding, an awesome honeymoon and buying a house it's one more thing that I just figured I would never get to do but like all those others it has become reality. Mj has been by my side for all of it. I don't know what I would do without him in my life.
Dropping him off at the airport not only began the six week countdown until I'd get to see him again but also to our vacation. Saying good bye at the airport that morning sucked but it was so cool to be able to say "Meet you in Barcelona" and actually mean it. I felt like I was in a movie. A really cool romantic comedy; until I drove home, went to back to sleep and nothing all that exciting happened when I woke up. The only good thing about being separated are the heart swooning reunions and I think this might be our best one yet. The only thing that would make it more romantic is if we were reuniting in the romantic city of Paris instead of Barcelona but that's okay because we'll be there just a week later. I can totally picture it my head. We'll be hand in hand staring up at the Eiffel Tower. Together.