The Holiday Pt.1

Thursday. 9/9/10. 1700hrs.

I'm sitting in the departure lounge of the international airport in Auckland. In about 5 minutes or so, I'm going to be going on my little "surprise" trip of a lifetime - my trip to see Michelle."

This trip personally scares me. Its an undercover journey that I've taken time off work, time away to literally disappear from New Zealand and go and fly away to some distant country. Yeah, I know its not quite a "distant" country per se as its merely going home, albeit to a different part but I think half the fun is in the spontaneity of the entire bloody thing.

Its unplanned. It's off the cuff, the kind of thing that you would read or see or do in the movies. Where the man packs his car with supplies, the girl of his dreams and they drive off into the sunset.  Yeah. That kinda thing. Now I'm one of the least spontaneous people I know. I probably will never make the cut for the movie as said guy who packs up car and drives off into the sunset. You've gotta be kidding me.

But here I am. On an undercover, nobody knows mission to see my girl.

You know, I initially thought that any relationship based on so much deception will never be a good thing. As much as my bad-boy (HAH!) personality leads me on, a part of it hopes for a relationship out in the open. Truthful. Nothing hidden. And perhaps that will cause grief. Strife. But no one ever said that the way was going to be easy, right?

I've always told myself that I hate paper journals, that writing in them is a proverbial pain in the behind. But whenever I actually write, its a thing of beauty. Its my words being poured out onto a page and in times to come, I can dust off this notebook and pick it up and read it and I never have to worry about anyone Google caching this stupid thing and spilling my personal contents all over the internet. I can shred this thing if necessary. I can toss it in the recycle bin or the shredder and it shall never see the light of day again. But somehow, I know I won't and I know I'll try and preserve this. I might look at it in years to come and smile fondly at what I've done in my youth, stupid or otherwise....

(written from my paper journal today. I plan to finish the notebook by the time "The Holiday" ends. Then who knows. Right?)