I want to go home.

11th January 2011

I have been mulling this post over in my mind all day today, the words have been buzzing around inside my brain but getting them down on paper has so far eluded me. For those of you who don’t know he has gone. We had 2 wonderful, glorious, fun filled and sex filled weeks together here in the UK. Whenever we are together the time just seems to fly by. I guess the saying, time flies when you are having fun, fits perfectly here.

We did so much together whilst he was here. We laid in bed together in each other’s arms, we slept together, we cooked together, we shopped together, we went to the cinema, with my kids and just us alone, we went out to eat, we had fish and chips, (not a success, I hasten to add) we drove hundreds of miles to meet wonderful friends, we watched TV snuggled on the sofa, we played on the internet, we went to London, we meet my parents, (3 times in all!!) we went bowling (I WONNNNNN!!!! LOL) he used and abused me mercilessly and we talked, and laughed and cried and enjoyed every single moment of our precious time together.

In the end the clock always wins and yet again we were faced with saying goodbye. For some reason that escapes me, I feel like it should get easier each time we part but it doesn’t, quite the opposite in fact. It is agony. Not only do I lose Him but I seem to lose my home too. “There’s no place like home” that is the famous saying and I think its spot on, but what about when you don’t know where home is. I have noticed that when we are together, home becomes that place, whether it is a hotel room or my house, it suddenly feels like home, the place I should be and the place I want to be and I love coming home, with Him or too him but when we are apart I seem to lose that feeling.

Just as we were about to leave for the airport he tweeted this “It is time for me to fly back to murrica.. Notice that I don’t call it home, because she is my home and my heart… I shall return” and suddenly I realised that he wasn’t going HOME just as much as I wasn’t going to be HOME without him because home for us, is where ever we happen to be when we are together, home, for us, is truly where you heart lay. For now, we are 2 displaced persons, counting the days until we can come home to each other again. I want to go home….come back soon my love!

Mollyxxx