It's kinda odd funny, a that's weird, how did that happen to you kinda thing. Whoda thunk?
I keep having these images in my mind of me as a younger person, arriving to class for the first days of grades 2 and up, cracking open the atlas to Italy and circling my name - making some sort of silent threat that one day I would go there.
It was as if, in those circling moments, I dared to imagine it, rather mischievously, too. I was defacing every school atlas I touched after all. "One day I will get myself there," and I would circle it with a snide little take that world laissez faire approach. You know, from that small, down-trodden 1% of my spirit that had a little spit and vinegar slowly brewing (despite the very inhospitable environment for spit and vinegar).
So, considering that act would have been my earliest manifestation for travel abroad, one could say it makes sense that I am headed there first.
It's a little weird that I'm going there with a man who, especially since the latest hair cut, possesses the qualities of two of the men I've created and deposited in stories, Ian and Loris. I mean, it's weird in an obvious way, too. I get that. I was obviously attracted to those physical traits - but I mean to find it, get a long with it, and love it? I don't know, those seem like low odds if you don't believe in a little bit of magic to help it along.
Any hoo - time to get my shit together.
Until next time (which could be when my travel companion is driving me crazy and I have to vent AND/OR when we're so in love that I have to share...)
