The mystery begins. Some one seems to have told my boss that I'm leaving. That takes the fun out of the next couple of weeks. It felt almost like a conspiracy. Oh well, no intrigue allowed for Megan.

Bryce sounds like he's having an interesting time in Syria. I wonder if people can't be broken into two types: those who are boring, and those who attract adventure. I am boring, and Bryce attracts adventure. His blog will make for some great memoirs one day.

I've found that the problem with being in a holding pattern is that I dwell on things that just don't matter because nothing's happening. I have two months left before I leave, so there's no inclination toward meeting some one, but I still wonder why I haven't. It all makes sense on every level, but the need to be loved kind of transcends that. The logical, level headed side of me rolls its eyes as the girl in me wonders at what it is that makes me unlovable.

You see, there I go getting boring again. Well, I'll be out and about for work all next week, which is exciting, but worrying. Now it's time for sleep so that the days can continue to fly past and this holding pattern can eventually come to an end.