catching up...

I have been home from my trip to see ze boy (!) for a few days now and still adjusting. It is a bit of a mental feat to firstly get used to being with him rather than just interacting with a disembodied voice! And then just ten days later (which seems simultaneously like a much longer and shorter period) to get used to not being with him all over again.

We went into the long-distance thing fully aware of how difficult it would be but the little nuances of it could, of course, only be learnt by getting down and dirty and experiencing it for ourselves *sigh*.

But, oh my golly gosh, how it is worth it.

We were lucky enough to get away to a little beachside town where ze boy (who has yet to receive a proper moniker on this here blog I know...) had managed to book us four freaking fabulous nights in his family's beachhouse. It is creeping towards winter here and so our little sojourn at the beach involved scarves, socks, snuggling under quilts and blankets and other keeping eachother warm things. Heavenly. We luckily share the view that this is the best way to experience the beach!



We also dipped our toes into the reality pool and had a few days staying at his little house, doing some of our own things (including Mrs T and I doing a ten-store-in-one-day op shopping extravaganza!), shopping at Ikea (couple cliche lameness ha ha)and..meeting some of his family.

Sometimes it's hard to believe I've only known him for not quite five months. We have fitted a lot into that time. We have both come a long way emotionally I think. And spending time together in a real way makes us realise we have further to go.

I'm very much enjoying the journey.