Around 9 hours ago I bought a plane ticket, and that plane leaves in 4 hours. My SO (I really need to come up with a GT nickname for her, right after I change my name back from Christmas-version) has been visiting me and my family the past two weeks for the holidays, and she flies back to the US today - so I decided last night to go with her.
I'm not impulsive, ever, but this feels like the right thing to do. I've spent most of the past few years making all the tough decisions and picking all the difficult-but-rewarding options, and today I'm going to be selfish and do something that makes me happy. Two more weeks with the person I love - that's all it is, but for the first time in 4 years I don't know when I'll see her again after this, and I want to make this moment last a bit longer.
I know it's crazy, that it'll hurt just as much to say goodbye in two weeks' time as it would today, but knowing that I did everything I could, even flying halfway around the world, to spend just a little more time with her might make it okay. I'm excited - I love planes, and travelling, and her family, and her town - even though the little doubtful voice in the back of my head has been nagging at me today. I'm not used to being a grown-up, or making grown-up decisions, and maybe this isn't exactly the most mature thing to do, but I'm 21 years old, so I'm going to do it and not regret it.
See you in a couple weeks guise, I love you all!