Tomorrow I take the train to Paris.

I change to the metro. Then to another.

I take a bus to the airport.

I fly to Casablanca. Then to Bamako.

I just keep imagining the moment that I walk out of the luggage security and step outside. I can't even believe that in 36 hours I will be looking at him standing in front of me. That I will feel his touch. That we will be together in our home again.

I can't believe how quickly these four months have flown by. And although they've been hard, it hasn't been so bad. I think it's because I've been through a bad LDR in the past and now I can see what a healthy LDR looks like.

I am so proud of us.