I'm having a nervous break down. Josh will be on his way home a week from now. Actually he'll be home a week from now. And just a few days later we will be reunited for the first time since August. It's the moment I have been waiting for for weeks. Weeks and weeks of pining finally coming to a pause - a reprieve from the longing. So why am I freaking out?

Well, what if it doesn't go well? What if I say something stupid or do something ridiculous to mess things up? I don't have the best track record in the world. For instance, this summer and the pool incident. Horrific. Or our first date where my drink got spiked, I got drunk and told him he was the sexiest guy on earth. Humiliating. And then there's my personal favorite: the time I spent $200 for a date with him. I have no shame.

So you can see why I'd be nervous. I'm bound to so something stupid. I want this to be perfect. I want him to come home in December and want to be with me. I want him to want this as badly as I do. Now I just have to find a way to play it cool so that I don't come off like a complete lunatic!