This time in two weeks, Friday 15th July, I will be arriving in Bristol to meet my Viking Sousaphonist; the lovely man who has been my friend and heart’s desire for the last 6 years and for whom I carried a well-documented but bafflingly unrequited torch all that time. He who has recently become my long-distance boyfriend. In 10 days time he will no longer be long distance. 🙂
I fly out of Sydney on the 12th, spend a day in transit [everytime I hear the words ‘in transit’ I want to say ‘sic transit gloria mundi’… so there you go, I have], then two days with my sisters in Norwich entering into my middle sister’s plans for her wedding in November, and then I will get on a train and cross the UK from east coast to west, no doubt accompanied by a stomach full of butterflies and a head full of insecurities.
My Viking Sousaphonist will meet me at the other end. And then our entirely-new-and-breathlessly-exciting-but-at-the-same-time-wholly-familiar-and-reassuringly-solid relationship will have two weeks to wither or thrive, while we marvel at each other and try and figure out what on earth to do about it.