Time is a strange thing. It moves in slow segments, seemingly dragging on. But overall, time moves far far too quickly. We wish for time to move faster, but this is it. Our time here has an expiration date. Do we really want time to move quickly? But when something is just out of your reach and you're counting down the seconds until it's yours, you can't help but wish for time to speed up.

I'm getting very anxious and nervous for the trip in November. It's only 56 days away. 8 weeks. 4 pay days. I can't believe it's already September, let alone nearly the END of September. October is next week!

I need to book the hotels. We're staying 7 nights in a hotel in California and one night here in Utah. So I need to book the hotel here and there. I'm planning on booking the Utah hotel this week and the California hotel at the beginning of October.

I also need to figure out what baggage I'm going to use so I don't plan to pack too much. And then I'll probably start figuring out what to pack (not actually packing until the weekend before I go... but just deciding what to take)

That's really all I need to do before I go. But I just want time to speed up! I am nervous and I am worried that he'll see me and I won't be what he expected, but I love him so much and I know he loves me and I just want to be able to touch him with my own hands and know he's real. The longing to be with him is greater than the nerves I'm feeling about the meeting so I know I'll be alright.