Coming Home

I wrote this yesterday- but saved it for today so it would get its own header.

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Writing the travel recaps got me thinking- I really wanted to come home after this trip. 
Usually, I require a full week of decompression.  I get moody and irritable, and horribly depressed at the thought of vacation being done.  I drag my feet around the house, and loudly complain about the tyranny of life being on hold in order to work in order to make the cash necessary to enjoy life.  Deeeeeep.  And annoying.

This time, not so much.  I was ready to come home. 

It took a few solid tries, but we finally have an apartment that feels like 'home.'  After walking in and putting down my things, I got to look around and re-appreciate how beautiful and homey our place feels.  Everything was clean and uncluttered, and it smelled so nice.  I heard the sound of paw stampedes, and it made my heart get all mushy happy.

Seeing these faces?

Yeah.

But I gotta say, I missed Dylan's face the most. (not including photo for his internet privaciesss)

Being away from D for a whole week made me re-appreciate how lucky I am to have him.  Not many people get to spend their lives with someone they end up loving more and more every day.  It was hard not sharing all my jokes and dumb songs and complaints with him for an ENTIRE week.
It seems almost impossible that I could love him more at this point (it's been 11 years... no jokes), and impossibly- I do.
So yeah- coming home was very easy this time.
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((Awwww.  Sugary sweet!  DO YOU HAVE A TOOTHACHE?!  Because you should.))

I'm happy to be back.