I'm aworkin on the railroad

Had a total chick flick moment today. Watched Under the Tuscan Sun and there were a coupla bits that just killed me. The one in particular that really had me howling was the very sexy Raoul Bova (Marchello in the movie) was telling Frances the following:

"Signora, between Austria and Italy, there is a section of the Alps called the Semmering. It is an impossibly steep, very high part of the mountains. They built a train track over these Alps to connect Vienna and Venice. They built these tracks even before there was a train in existence that could make the trip. They built it because they knew some day, the train would come. "

Crack out the tissues. That slayed me and I've been thinking about it all afternoon. Such a poignant metaphor. It's time to rebuild those tracks for me. A while ago I dynamited them to smithereens. Then went back and mattocked up each individual piece into a thousand more. Then splashed a bit of petrol around and set those pieces alight for good measure.

But how to rebuild, what is step one? Is there a handbook for this? Where's the Project Manager? I think at least being open to the idea of a new relationship is step one and I'm there, so the railroad ties are in. For the rails? I don't know what is next. I don't even know if I'm ready for rails whatever they may be. I think I am... but if I don't even know what they are and what is next am I really? I think I'm just going to have to leave it up to the Universe to tell me what the next step is. And of course now I'm impatient for a sign, typical me ;}