I feel I’m dreaming thinking of the possibilities, the future. I’ve drifted away wrapped in serene happiness which hasn’t happened. Its as if I am there truly living it. It’s wonderful, but I know it’s not real yet and this worries me. Am I celebrating too early losing sight of the present. At times it is hard to distinguish the real and the ideal. But I want it so much, maybe it’s okay to feel comfort at least for now.