2 more years

x more days, x amount of time. Its set and determined but I am anxious and bored. I am only halfway there but I need to get out of this city. There is no beauty left here. The only thing I find beautiful are the people here that make it home. I will be finished then I can leave. I would love nothing more than to pack up my stuff and move...with you of course. The thought of pitching this idea scares me more than leaving does. too many priorities and I am too tied down.
My dream includes you though, and I think it always will