Tension

May next year is when everything begins, and I feel as if I've been living in a daze waiting for the moment when I'm waving goodbye at security and boarding the plane at Memphis International Airport. Then I will be gone. GONE. For one year, give-or-take a few weeks here and there. ONE YEAR. France and Italy. I will be living the dream that for so long has simply existed in my mind's eye. It is now at my fingertips and it begins in May.

I try very hard to live in the present. But with an incredible journey awaiting me, it is difficult to think of anything but that. Seven months is a long time, and I want them to fly by.



And yet, I do not. I want to savor every moment of the next seven months, for something spectacular could unfold. I would not dare miss a second simply because I am waiting. I am torn, torn between reality and dreams.

I feel as if my perspective of life at the moment is on a balance beam, balancing in a tense in-between. Tension. Life tension.