le toi du moi

I am home.
This means sharing a bed with Amanda. Finally having good coffee for breakfast. Wandering into CPO whenever I damn well feel like it. Calling and texting people at will. Not using a converter anymore to charge my computer. Eating delicious snap peas from our garden. Getting tipsy with friends if I want to.
Best of all, though, it means seeing Robb every day. Resting in his arms for blissful stretches of time. Seeing his face in the morning, afternoon, and evening. No more computer screens between us, no more desperate emails, no more daily letters. Never again will I leave him for such a stretch of time. Or any stretch of time, if I can help it.