In just twenty two sleeps, I will finally be home. It feels weird. Six months is a long time to be away from your life. And home is a place I have only seen once for about 5 minutes. I will be living with my husband for the first time and heavily relying on him. I am a ridiculously independent woman who finds it difficult to ask for help, relying physically on someone will be a tough adjustment. For my husband, I imagine being relyed upon to such an extent will be, at the least, frustrating. I’ve always encouraged his time out with friends and this becomes even more important now, as does my time alone. I really did luck into the best relationship with the best guy, he’s already lined up friends to help if needed when he’s working, both of whom are acceptable to me. I can’t help but feel nervous, though. It’s not easy going from this
to this
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