The honeymoon is over.

After 2.5 months of
planning, packing, partying, 
traveling, talking, & ... "time alone,"

my husband started classes this morning.


Which means 
our self-proclaimed 
"summer vacation"
is officially over.

I had almost forgot we moved to England for a purpose outside 
having the most amazing time two people could have.

I'll be fine, really.
give me a second.

{Ok. I'm actually going to be fine. I just got an email inviting me to Paris for 3 days. Near full recovery!}