Yes, we live in the same country the better part of the year, but we ventured across the pond today... Or rather last night and now my worlds collide.
Trips spent camping in tents, littering picking, speaking in classes, and pub sitting hold certain sounds, smells and feelings. To breathe them in next to the one my heart loves is overwhelmingly surreal in the loveliest of ways. Sitting on a train and anxious, I wait to continue our adventure and for this man of my dreams to become intricately woven into the tapestry of my past.
