I started pining for Anchorage and familiarity because I know that's the place Alex is going back to. It's the place my heart wants to go, too.
He sends me texts like this one from the Newark airport:
"...you change you mind and you're coming with! Yes! I'll meet you at security! See you soon! Hurry!"
Needless to say, his was a wonderful visit, in spite of my intermittent, stressed-out/overall brattiness. I'm swinging down, down, down now, into those post-visit blues that I wish I could vanquish. Then again, something would be wrong if I didn't feel so sad.
Back to the grind. Seven and a half weeks...
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