I've spent several months lamenting the loss I feel, the huge hole in my heart that used to be filled with laughing and lounging with my lovely, lovely friends. I couldn't have been more excited to visit them this weekend. I was, however, wholly unprepared for how much I'd miss my sweet husband. I saw him for only a brief moment this morning when he picked me up from the airport (and then took the bus home so I could get to work. Um, jackpot?) and I swear to god my heart leapt right out of my chest.

I am so happy to be home. There I said it. Home. Because I guess home really is where my heart is, and my heart has always been wherever my Joshy is.