20 days. 20 days from now, i'll be hopping on the plane back to London. And 21 days from now, I'll be on a plane to Germany. Finally, it's no longer just numbers up in the air, plans, it's actually happening. It's happening for real. 

After 10 miserable weeks apart, I'm finally going to Germany. I'm finally going to see you. 

The real you. No longer just a Skype video, but the physical you. 

Words can't express how excited I feel. I'm so overwhelmed with happiness I don't think I can quite process things, or believe that this is actually finally happening, for real. As if, in just a short three weeks, I'll be seeing you again. I'll be able to touch, see, feel and experience all those amazing moments with you again. To feel your touch on my skin, to feel you hugging me so close, to feel your lips on mine, to feel your arms wrap around me and to feel like I'm falling in love with you all over again. 

As soon as I leave the arrival gates, you'll be there. And i'll jump into your arms and everything's going to feel infinite. The moment that we have been waiting for ever since I left in June. Summer may seem like it's almost over but for me, that is when my real summer begins. 

As if, as if we'll actually have 17 days together this time. 17 days where we can do whatever we wish be it laying in bed all day or taking little spontaneous trips or walks, meeting your family, seeing your little village, eating lots of food, lots of movie nights but ultimately, nothing beats the nights where we lay in bed and fall asleep together, or the mornings when we wake up to each other. 

I'm so happy I feel like I'm going to explode. If it weren't for this inconvenient hill I live on, or the fact that I'd probably piss off the entire neighbourhood, I'd run up to the rooftop now and scream my heart out. "I'm finally going to Germany!" It's so crazy I feel like a complete idiot because every time I think about it now, I can't contain myself. I smile, think, and feel my mind drift off to September. I can't even imagine how utterly, speechless and amazing it's going to feel when I finally see you. 

And it's strange, because I have in fact almost kind of learnt to cope with all this. It's much easier now, I don't wake up feeling like death, I don't go to night in tears but instead I wake up each morning thinking "it's a new day, i've got plans today" and I go to bed each night thinking "I'm going to Germany". Every Skype call now makes me smile and instead of it being a reminder of how much I miss you, it makes me feel so happy to see you again, to hear about your day and your plans for the day. 

Of course, it doesn't change the fact that I miss you so much, more and more each day but I'm glad to know it's finally mid August. We've made it through a long and painful 8 weeks and now the end seems so much closer. The wait is almost over. Almost 4 months together yet more than half of that time we've spent apart. And what made me realise how much you mean to me is the distance. It's made me appreciate everything we do together even more. I no longer take the small things for granted. What we have, it's something special. And it's made me even more grateful that I've met you. Call it fate, luck, whatever, but if it's meant to happen, things will. I suppose we were meant to happen, this was meant to happen. And we've survived the test. 

I don't know how else can I describe it. But the feeling of being loved and to love, when you meet your right other half, it's magical. All the little, mundane things are no longer just that, they're little special moments that you share with someone, and those memories stay with you forever. 

Nothing is going to come close to them. The crazy emotions going off like fireworks when I see you again. It's going to be impossible to hide the grin on my face, I'll probably be running towards you like a fool with an oversized bag weighing one side of me down and who knows, I may even just end up getting teary eyed but all because I'm so happy. So happy that it's real. So happy that I'm back with you.

I don't know if I'd be able to hold myself together on my last day here, or the long journey back. It'll be one of my happiest last minute packing days, I can already picture me attempting to fit all my crap back into the suitcase with a big smile on my face. Who cares if I'm having troubles fitting them all in, or who cares if I'm going to have a massive, overweight suitcase on the verge of exploding, it doesn't matter because in 24 hours I'd be out of the country and ready to head over to Germany. In fact, I think the last day in Hong Kong and the 2 days of travelling will be the worst of days because it's the feeling of so, so close yet so far. I'll be exhausted, probably jet lagging quite a fair bit and everything will suddenly slow down to the speed of almost nothing. 

The wait at the Hong Kong airport will be long, the flight to Singapore will feel even longer, the 3 hour transit in Singapore is going to feel like forever, the 14 hour flight to London is going to feel like an eternity, the journey back to Chatham will feel like a never-ending journey, the trip back to Gatwick Airport and then security checks and boarding the plane, heck, even the 1.5h flight to Germany will feel like a billion. And let's not forget customs before I'm finally let loose out of those gates. But everything after that, will make it all worth it.

I'm so excited that I'm still ranting on and on and on and on. And even after all this, I'm still as high as a kite. Every time I check my email, I've got two confirmation emails of my flights that automatically puts a smile on my face. 

It's finally, happening. 

I'm finally going to see you in 22 days. And we'll have an amazing 17 days of summer together.