I know, it's been awfully quiet around here in this part of cyberspace. Don't let that fool you though; it's been quite the opposite in this side of the practical world. Since popping the bun in the oven, Belle and I have just been going through the formalities of first-time expecting parents, complete with plane trips to the other coast to visit her family.
This adventure's been going at full-tilt, and we're only past five months into a projected 18-years of it - you know - until Stella legally emancipates. (Of course, if she turns out anything like her mother, then our adventure will have to continue until she gets married!)
A lot of people that I know are predicting that once Stella's here, things are gonna have to change; i.e., riding my motorcycles. I'd argue, but what do I really know until I'm a parent. I will say this though; nobody warned me of the anxiety.
It's not the negatively-connotated sense of the word; I'm just really anxious for the baby to be born. This web journal is a testament of sorts to the spirit of adventure I've had, how I'm always up to something and the very next adventure. But right now, it's not quite the same. I'm just anxious to meet Stella, and everything else that used to be worth an endeavor just doesn't elicit any kind of excitement at this point. I'm turning thirty years old by the end of the month, for Christ's sake, and I can't even be bothered to be excited about that.
I remember going skydiving for the first time (fitting to this analogy, Belle was with me). The worst part of that day was the airpline ride to the jump height. Not the night before when you're trying to rest for the jump; not the car drive from your house to the airfield; not the precautionary presentations; not when you've suited up and walking to the plane; not even when you've jumped off, and plummeting to the ground at terminal velocity. It's when you're actually sitting in that small plane knowing you just left the ground to jump out two miles above it. Those were the longest few minutes of my life. That's when everything just seems to halt and won't get to the next step sooner than you would've wanted.
It's the waiting that drives people crazy sometimes.
Waiting for the storm doesn't help much in preparing yourself for a situation that you cannot really prepare for.
Until it's arrived.
From what I've been told, the forecast in the East Coast calls for a "storm" too. :)
