10 Days

Sometimes I forget that I will be in Europe in less than two weeks. This forgetfulness initially seems strange---I have never been to Europe and have dreamed about traveling there for most of my life. How could it slip my mind that I will see Rome and Athens, that I will dip my feet in the Mediterranean and run with the bulls in Pamplona? These sights and experiences seem so momentous when I put them in words but their reality still fails to strike me. Why?
What I do not forget is that I will be with Trina again in 10 days. 10 days more will make 160 days away from her---nearly half a year with only photographs, phone calls, postcards, and hypertext to connect us. Perhaps when that first kiss and embrace sink into my parched body will I finally open my eyes and find myself in Prague, on my way to Florence and Munich and Madrid with the woman I love.
Sometimes I think I am too focused---that my life has become overly-consumed with my love for Trina and her absence. (Look at the contents of my blog: home improvement and Trina.) Have the other relationships and aspects of my life suffered as a result? Was this prolonged separation healthy for me? I certainly know that I am not eager to repeat such a distance---ever. I do not know that I was capable of living these months any other way. I was not always happy but I never doubted my commitment to Trina.
Well, I regret nothing and I cannot predict how such matters will play out in the future. I do know that in 10 days I will see Trina. That's good enough for me.
Oh, and I'll be in Europe. Right.