I am at the airport again, now on my way back. I have five hours to kill ..
So I am just back from an all-girls weekend with a group of friends from grad-school. This was the first time I am away after moving together with R. It felt a little weird (in a good way) to say home during conversations all through the weekend. Because this time ‘home’ meant ‘my own’ – with a kitchen and a man n all!!
This post ties to a few things that happened before and during the past weekend.
Conversation 1- Before the trip