Well, I’m back in Oregon, and for awhile, at least, everything makes sense. I am calm and stress free, and I actually slept through the entire night last night.
The weather is beautiful, all golden sunshine and fall colors. The air smells like real air and not at all like the city, with its pollution and dirt.
He’s happy to see me, of course, and our airport greeting was straight out of a romantic movie.
I’m ridiculously happy, curled up comfortable in the place that I have come to love with the person that I love the most.
I haven’t thought about the roommate situation, or food for our place, or next semester at all. I’ve been relaxing and it’s wonderful.
Finally, everything makes sense.