
And that is to be (t)here, this time next year.
I've been wanting to be there since ages ago and I just need to be there
soon (I can wait a year!) or I think I'll just collapse internally. It seems all very trivial but a whole lot of my sanity relies on that one place, that plot of land where I
could be will be spending my third year in. It's desperation, there isn't any other word for it. I
desperately need to be there.
After that initial disappointment a week back, I just really hope (and I'm praying, hard) that I can get at the very least,
this wish granted.
I do
want this, but more importantly, I
need this. The course of my life - the next 20 years or so - will depend on whether I'm able to get there. I sound delirious right now, I sound right at the other extreme of "normal" but argh.
Please God.
( self-bashing? probably so. )