race you to the waterside.

Life strikes again.

I saw this coming ten miles away.  I allowed myself to believe that everything would be okay, that I’d feel great and I’d go off to Paris and have the summer of a lifetime.

Paris is so close.  I’m supposed to leave Wednesday.

I’m not ready to put it all out there yet, to verbalize everything that’s happened.  It doesn’t take much to guess.  It’s a weird feeling, knowing that your body’s betrayed you and your mind isn’t as strong as you thought it was.

I’ll know answers thursday.  Maybe I’ll be ready to talk about it then.

This summer might be very different than I imagined.  It might be the same, with a slight hiccup.  My life might be changing today.  I’ve cried and screamed and begged, but at some point, I know I’ll pick up the pieces and take the next step.

I don’t know where that next step will lead.  I hope it’s to Paris.  After all, I’m so close.