The honeymoon is over.

After 2.5 months of

planning, packing, partying, 

traveling, talking, & ... "time alone,"

my husband started classes this morning.

via

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.

Just....

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!}