Thoughts of the Trail

"To make a long story short, Don't tell it."

I was driving back to Ohio yesterday after a few days at home. I had the Two Towers soundtrack playing, and Radar was snoozing soundly beside me. A few raindrops were speckling my windshield, just enough to put my wipers on low. This was the perfect environment for thinking, reflecting on my weekend. Naturally, the number one thing on my mind at this time was Steven. Driving back to Ohio is always so hard. It feels as if I might as well be driving to the other side of the world. It is times like these that I realize how incredibly lucky I truely am. For even though he does the occasional thing to anger me or make me grit my teeth, he is everything I could ever ask for. He is sweet and caring, smart and funny, and so passionate about the things he cares about. I could not be more proud of him for his talent in photography. He's finally getting around to doing something with his ability and submitting prints to magazines. I can't even begin to describe how I feel about him other than I love him with all of my heart. He is my best friend, and he is Home. I realized this over 2 years ago, and with each day, this feeling has only grown stronger. Sure, home is still the rolling hills and forests of Pennsylvania, but if he were no longer there, it would loose much of what makes it truely feel like home. I said this two and a half years ago, and I will say it again: Home is where your sweetheart is. And I'm finding myself to be extremely homesick.

I miss you, babe.