Hannah flies in tomorrow night. I'll be at work so there will be no airport reunion, though ever since September 11th ruined everything airport reunions aren't what they used to be.
As this time has drawn nearer I've been asked more and more often if I am excited to have her coming home so soon. Well I don't feel excited. That's not entirely true. I am excited, I'm excited for that one good big hug that I'm probably entitled to. I'm excited because I don't know if I've had a quality hug since Hannah left. I've gotten a few hugs since, but I'm not sure if any of them felt like more than the semi-awkward friend-hug, probably no thanks to my goal of breaking my aversion to early physical expressions of affection.
No, not excited, Curious. I'm curious about a great many things. I left the ball of First Contact (Heheheee) in her court, I told Hannah that I respected her space and would love to see her again when she was ready. So first, I'm curious about when I will get my call. I'm curious how much of the Hannah I knew, my Hannah, remains. I half expect to meet someone I recognize, but don't actually know. I curious to see how quickly we find common ground again. When I spoke to her on the phone things still felt so natural, like we'd been apart for a week and had a few things to catch up on, but it's been almost seven months since then. Finally I'm curious about what my reaction might be. Over the last month or two I've been planning and plotting so much, I know my strategy and tactics, but so many conclusions have been based on assumptions, assumptions like the fact that we'll have anything in common, or that Hannah won't spend all the time we're together trying to better convert me to the church.
I guess I'm curious rather than excited because I have no idea what will happen, I don't even know when I'll see her, it may not be until her homecoming talk in church. I'm curious rather than excited because I have no control, no matter how much time I've spent planning a strategy I have to react to Hannah. All I can do now is wait. The next time you hear from me I'll be reporting on the reunion! Peace out, yo!