Margaux and Michael - Chapter 2

I'm exhausted! I spent Wednesday night at home doing homework after work, while Krista was down at the bar having fun, and Liz and Lindsay were on awesome vacations. So I've been exhausted and jealous, all at the same time. I really wasn't going to write a blog tonight, but it seems I cannot be stopped. Also, my entire apartment smells like brussel sprouts. This is what happens when you try to be responsible and eat healthy.

The Vienna thing is freaking me out a little on so many levels. First of all, he has the same name as my brother. But my bro has re-branded himself as Mick, so I can deal with that. Secondly, he booked a ticket back to Toronto last night. From Austria. (For those of you who don't keep up with my blog on a regular basis, when I talk about Vienna it's not a city in Europe, it's a person.)

Most girls would be over the moon if they had a cute, sweet guy willing to cross the ocean to see them. Me? Even though it's one of the most romantic things anyone has ever done for me, I've had a week of panic attacks. (By the way, Vienna, I'm sorry I talk about this stuff on the internet. But you knew this when you met me.)

I think the full moon is throwing me off a little tonight, the Memorial last night, the fact that my dad is coming and I have to hang out with my sister again, (Sidepoint, I love my mom and sister but I giving up on that for now. I did a lot of work and wasn't true to myself for a long time to try to appease them, but it never works, they'll just keep shunning/unshunning me, and I'm done with that for the moment.) and there's a man who will show up here in a month and stay for 7 days. I think we're being very grown up about it, no real expectations, we'll just see what happens and have as much fun as we can in a week. After all, we've only hung out for parts of 4 days since we've met. He is amazing though. Thoughtful, kind, sweet, honest. And he can fly planes, play guitar and he has a puppy and a beard. So pretty much the perfect man. Chapter 2 could lead to so many different outcomes. Maybe, we'll get sick of each other and be really glad when he leaves. Maybe we'll get really close and become great friends who stay in touch for the rest of our lives, after having an excellent adventure. Maybe...we'll fall in love.

The best thing about life is there is nothing but possibilities. If you always follow your heart, you never know where you'll end up.