Edward and I just said goodbye after a wonderful holiday together. Every time I have to drop him off at the airport, I am graced with a breathetaking sunset on the way back home; like life is somehow telling me to keep smiling.
This goodbye was our last goodbye. Next time I set foot in an airport, it will be for my one-way flight to England in a little more than four weeks. Even knowing this is the last time we ever have to count sleeps before being reunited, being apart is awfully difficult. Especially at this time where I have to deal with all the details about the moving: renting my flat, packing and shipping boxes, selling the stuff I cannot take with me… But Edward is giving me so much support, and he will be busy too preparing my arrival. The next thirty-four days will certainly go fast!
Goodbyes are never easy, but I think they will all be worth it when I get to jump into Edward’s arms in a few weeks, knowing I do not have to come back home… I will be home.