back up

After two (glorious) weeks in Chicago, Andy headed down to haul me back to Grand Forks. (He'd been with me in Illinois for the first few days but had to go back to work while I stayed on to pack, sort, and see friends.)

So here we are, in Grand Forks. It's flat. With bugs.

But I don't care so much any more - I'm just thankful to be with my husband again. I never thought I'd admit that, or that I'd feel such a sense of relief being back in his presence. What can I say? It feels completely right.

Meaning even though I'm here, I'm home.