This move that happens at the end of the week really doesn't feel like I'm moving home at all. Home is wherever L and I are together. For some time, I think my feelings of home had moved south. Visitng L in London was more like returning home and heading back north was like having to leave home behind.

So when I move to London at the end of the week it really is going to be like heading home. Of course, there's so much to do, a lot of moving of belongings certainly. But I know that I'm happiest when I'm with L. She doesn't have to say or do anything to make me feel that happy, just knowing she's not far away brings a smile to my face.