Home is where she is...

Home is where she is ... I love how simple and easy this statement is when I say it today. I love how it makes me feel happy and safe and confident.

I knew this statement to be a truth the moment she left me standing in an airport in Queens. I will never forget how overwhelmed with sadness and uncertainty I was in that moment as she walked away from me. There I was, all by myself....the way I had planned it a thousand times, but there was something new that I had never felt before...the desire to not be alone on my adventure and the need to have her there with me.

As the days went on I explored these feelings, challenged these feelings, got mad at them and felt secretly thrilled by them. What had I gotten myself into? What beautiful mystery had I just discovered? One that made my heart sing and introduced me to pieces of myself that I didn't even know existed. Every time she came to visit that year I felt more alive than the time before, when she left she took the sunshine with her and I knew that I had to follow if I wanted to live in the sun, where colors where bolder and the air was fresher and life made sense.

So, I went home to her and we made a life in the south. We had a summer so beautiful that I couldn't believe it would last. When she held my hand my heart melted, when she holds my hand she knows she has my heart. Four years later and I'm still awed by her beautiful mind and incapable of having enough time by her side.

Each day the heart grows fonder and the mind more assured and confident that ours is a love story as old as time and as real as the rain. She is mine and I am hers and our home is where we are.