Why do the wrong words seem so right?

I feel like I have been circling and circling just waiting for a place to land.

I just want things to be done. To start the new job, to be married, to be settled.

Instead I live in a holding pattern. A continuous waiting period. Some self inflicted some administration inflicted.

I want it to begin.

But in truth this is good time spent. It is time to say good bye. It is time to learn how much I want to be married to him. It is time to savor one place before moving onto another. It is time to the idea of our plans.

Good night and it is time : ) to publish.