It happened. At 9 am last Saturday, with my bags packed and a semi heavy heart, I got on a plane and left my everything else to be here with my husband.
The whole thing was easier than I expected it to be. I didn’t cry until I was seated on the plane and it was about to take off. It was easy because it felt right and I knew that I wanted it. Cause what wife wouldn’t be with her husband if she was given the chance.
oh and this time I had to trouble with immigration at all.
So far so good. We’re staying with a friend again. A different friend this time. It feels different now too, like everything isn’t new like it’s been like this for a long time.
We’re just really hoping for the best and that this year would be good for us. Fingers crossed.;