I Don’t Care How You Get Here, Just Get Here If You Can

“You can reach me by caravan, cross the desert like an Arab man

I don’t care how you get here, just get here if you can”

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I took some pretty photos yesterday and I am working on a post all about something I saw in Goldfinch yesterday that made me love him even more.

But I have suddenly become filled with panic.  Please forgive me for a deluge of posts all about my romantic life.  I know too many lovey dovey oooey gooey posts are going to become insipid to anyone kind enough to glance over my posts.  But, suddenly I have realized, it is now the end of July…that means I have around four months left with Goldfinch.  Four months!…and then the probability is that I will never ever see him again in my life.

Ugh!  It is horrible, such a horrible horrible realization.  I told him yesterday that he has to come to me in London as often as is possible.  I know he has a lot to do, but I am going to stake a major claim on his time before he leaves.

I am going to become a frightful nag!  “When can you come?”  “Are you free this weekend?”  “You must come to London!”  For the next four months all of my friends are going to have to be patient with me, because I need my fill of Goldfinch before he returns to the opposite side of the planet.

Between London and the opposite side of the planet there are deserts and mountains and oceans and 10,000 miles.  Do you know how that feels?  I had a taste of it for five weeks at the end of last year.  10,000 miles is an awful long way away.

This song used to annoy me because of major over-play on the radio when I was younger, but now, I totally get it!  Totally!  I want him right here, right now, beside me, and I don’t want him out of my sight for the next four months!  That is not possible of course, but spending a wonderful day with him yesterday, his personality clicking in my mind and falling in love with something I have been a bit dubious about, and realizing that time is running out…

I promise you I won’t be overloading you with a post every single day about Goldfinch…I am sure I will lose all my readers if I did!!!  But I am sure there will be a few during the next four months.

What am I going to do?  Australia is such a long long way from London!

Oleta sang it best:

You can reach me by railway, you can reach me by trailway
You can reach me on an airplane, you can reach me with your mind
You can reach me by caravan, cross the desert like an Arab man
I don’t care how you get here, just get here if you can

You can reach me by sailboat, climb a tree and swing rope to rope
Take a sled and slide down slow, into these arms of mine
You can jump on a speedy colt, cross the border in a blaze of hope
I don’t care how you get here, just get here if you can

There are hills and mountains between us
Always something to get over
If I had my way, then surely you would be closer
I need you closer

There are hills and mountains between us
Always something to get over
If I had my way, then surely you would be closer
I need you closer

You can windsurf into my life, take me up on a carpet ride
You can make it in a big balloon, but you better make it soon
You can reach me by caravan, cross the desert like an Arab man
I don’t care how you get here, just get here if you can

I don’t care, I don’t care, I need you right here right now
I need you right here, right now, right by my side (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I don’t care how you get here, get here if you can

 

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