I dropped Nick off at the coach station. He’s headed to London (where he’ll hop on the Tube and board his flight at Heathrow, arriving back in Wisconsin tomorrow night). Earlier in the evening I cried a lot, but somehow found myself able to keep it together during our final hug and goodbye. Perhaps because I know that 3 months will pass quickly, particularly in the scheme of things. Life continues.

Classes begin in three days and I’m glad, it’ll be nice to have something else to direct my attention towards. I know that my studies will keep my mind occupied and I can’t whine much because I’m blessed that we have the ability to see each other and travel together to beautiful new places as often as we do.

Plus, I know Milwaukee misses him.

I had a blast seeing this new part of the world with him and next time I won’t have so many things for him to haul around. Then he can’t call himself my pack mule! =)

I’m praying he has a safe journey home.