It would seem that two wrongs made a right...

I made a gross miscalculation in regards to how grossly I miscalculated. So I think everything will be okay. But then again, I've made mistakes before. As I got home this morning, all the way until a few minutes ago, I wanted to run. The map was calling my name, and I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to follow in the steps of my predecessor. I admire him for the sacrifice made, but sadly, don't think I have it in me to do the same. I'd like to think circumstance keeps me here, but like I said, I've made mistakes before.

The Geographic Solution hasn't crossed my mind in almost 2 months. I suppose it wouldn't do any good though, considering the problem in my life is me, and I can't get away from myself no matter how far I go. I think the scariest thing is that everything around me is set up so that it's okay for me to keep failing. Not monumental failures, but rather, bit by bit. I told you it was scary.

There's a glimmer of hope in all this, and that is when I think about the fact that despite all my failures, there is someone, besides family, who cares about me. Of course, hope is double-edged, and the flip side to it is that I know it'll be gone sooner than I want it to be. The other side of the Atlantic is her destination. But I'll be here, waiting. I just hope she comes back.