In less than 24 hours, TCB will be home. I should be excited, and I am, but I'm still sitting here sobbing from the sheer magnitude of the life change we are about to experience. He's leaving friends and a place that's been his home for two years that he will probably never see again. I'm going to live with someone for the first time since 1997 and will have to cede sole control (haha, what an illusion!) over this house. Impromptu social engagements like last night's dinner with friends from work will now have to be vetted by someone else. No more "Mummy and me" weekends. No more lazy Sundays spent watching British mysteries via Netflix.
And then, at the same time, no more holidays spent alone. No more dealing with life's little lessons on my own. I will stop skipping social engagements where most attendees are couples. I will (finally!) meet my neighbors. I will have company on the long training walks that are soon to start for the 3=day.
Sunrise, sunset. Some things end while another - hopefully wonderful! - thing begins. It's the way of things and I'm ready. A little scared, a little overwhelmed, but still and all, ready.