Sigh. Back home again.

I didn't even cry. Not one tear. Yet. Not at the airport, not when we said goodbye. Not when the plane took off. Though, trust me, it was a fight not too!

I think what helped me out the most with not having an overly emotional farewell was that I have 6 weeks until I see him again. I'm already excited!

I spent a week with my SO, the most wonderful way to spend time! We went to so many places and he absolutely spoiled me! It was a touch awkward at first, he told me he felt like he was cheating on his Skype gf! But he got over that pretty quickly! He finally gave me my Christmas present and its gorgeous! He got me a dozen long stem red roses for V-day and took me out to a really nice dinner! And then a haunted jail tour but that was my idea I promise! We did so much, I can't write it all down!

I loved waking up with him and going to bed with him, holding hands, kissing, all that relationship stuff that you miss out on in a LDR. Remembering it all just makes me so sad now but I had a thought cross my mind while I was waiting in the airport for my 5 hour layover: I am part of a romantic relationship of epic proportions! Our love could make history! Separated by oceans, yet honor bound to each other, dreaming only of each other! Writing letters everyday (read:FB!) to each other. Our strength comes from our trust and faith in each other! To be strong leading separate lives, working independently to one day be united under one roof, for two halves becoming whole!

ah yes, I am a little sleep depraved... However, isn't that thought still up lifting?