First photo: my North Carolina view
Second photo: Jeff’s California view
I dropped Jeff off at the airport in the middle of the night last week after one hour of sleep. When we bid adieu we were both too tired to be sad. Now he is in our new home with a new job. Making dinner and unpacking the things we couldn’t part with that we wrapped and bundled and sent off on a cross country train ride. And just like that, we are living separate lives. I in the mountains, sipping coffee on my parents’ porch every morning and feeling much less anxious than I did a week ago. I’ll be in NC until my sister gets married and then I will -finally- join Jeff in our new home and things will be as they should. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, they say.