LOML's stuff arrived today while I was at work, back to the office for the first time. When I got home, there it was: Arizona. All the stuff that became so familiar over the past year down there is now familiar here, in a familiar place, and that makes for a weird combination for me.

It's like a metaphor, but without the similitude.

He's here and nothing is on-hold any longer. That's an amazing feeling.

For the record, I just want to say how much I love him; y'know, just in case I get up in the middle of the night and trip over boxes, glass tabletops, clothing, the wooden bedframe that I'm not used to, or any of the bazillion wads of packing paper strewn about.