Almost there

Oh my God, I've only got five days left in the UK! Time seems to have flown by, if you'll excuse the pun. In five days time I will be in the air, a few hours away from seeing my husband again. I can hardly believe it. It's been a long 7.5 weeks. At the beginning I never thought I'd manage it, but it just goes to show what you can cope with when you just have to.

I think things are pretty much sorted. The house is now clear of our things, and I've boxed, weighed and sealed all the stuff we're sending out to the Gulf. I also have a (slightly heavy!) suitcase packed to take to Heathrow with me. Who knew one woman had so many clothes... Well, most women, I suppose...!

I know I'm going to miss so many things here. I'm trying to commit them all to memory - the green grass; the hills and fields; our church; cool but sunny days; drinking wine in the garden on a summer's evening; our pet; my lovely friends; and last but not least, my family, who have been such a tower of strength. But I know that, waiting on the other side, will be my best friend, the love of my life - so there's no choice really, is there? My home is wherever he is, and that's that.

Onwards and upwards...