Two.

I like the number two.  It's not one.  I never liked going first in presentations or demonstrations or anything.  Going second was always better.  In my opinion, there isn't as much pressure (unless the person who went before you was a genius and presented like an asshole, then there's always third and fourth).

But two years, that's another story.  Two years is a weird time frame -- it's not exactly a short amount of time, but it's not really long either.  It's kind of an inbetween number which is why I liked it to begin with.

Who knows what's going to happen in 2 years.  I may stay where I am, but there's a possibility I would have moved.  Maybe I'll be continuing my studies at that time, but who knows, maybe it just wasn't the right time yet.  In 2 years time, perhaps I would have fallen in love again, or perhaps I would be heart broken for the umpteenth time.  Maybe I'll have a well paying job, maybe not.  If I want to scare myself, I can wonder whether or not I started a family (I really hope not...).  Or if I want to be terrified, I can imagine myself being morbidly obese (yeah, 5 feet tall and 300 pounds probably wouldn't be the best look for me).

I was never really one to plan much in advance.

But right now, I'm diligently learning how to play Pink Floyd's "Wish You Were Here".  You know, oddly enough, when I was thinking of songs, Pink Floyd's melody came to mind and I was trying to decide between Led Zepplin's "Stairway to Heaven" and this song.  I ultimately decided on Pink Floyd without really remembering the name of the song.  Now I hope to master it in 2 years time.  But then again, I may just give up and pick another song.  You never know.

But here's to hoping that you come home safe and that we can see in one year instead of two.  See you soon, but maybe not?