is how I’m feeling these days.

King Pen is still in B’ham, finishing off his last days at work, staying with friends.

Kids and I are back and forth between my folks house, and his folks, with random day trips to Alexandria to work on the house.

We live out of boxes, suitcases, gift bags, and the trunk of my minivan at the moment.

It’s almost impossible to find matched socks anymore.

I miss my husband.

But— these days are dwindling, and home is on the horizon. Reunion is six days away. My bed is six days away.

Lovely thought.

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