the story continues (six months later)

A year ago, if you'd told me I'd be sitting in my own apartment on the opposite coast of the united states, I'd have thought you were crazy.


yet here I am.

Nearly six months after we promised our lives and love to each other, we were finally able to be together for the longest amount of time since I stepped onto that plane to go to France, nearly a year ago now.
 
It was the most wonderful month of my existence. Although the season we are in now is placing yet another ocean between us, I have the peace of knowing that we now share the same address, and I can begin putting together our home in anticipation of his return. 

The last six months have been a whirlwind. There was a semester completed, a 14 hour journey to spend 10 hours with my love, coffee poured, apartments acquired then let go of, career changes and upheavals, heartache, many many kisses, late nights falling asleep on the phone, a week exploring our soon-to-be home, hours of communion with dear friends, prayers whispered and answered, family reunited, travels to the Caribbean to meet new family, a cross-country journey, and finally, being carried across the threshold of our new home by my new husband. 

This most recent goodbye felt like every other goodbye (the parting for France, hundreds of phone calls hung up in tears, and leaving to go back home after a visit) combined into one tear of the heart. 
However, although we are weary of the distance, we know from experience that this is just what it is: a season. Mumford and Sons put it right when they said:

But if your strife strikes at your sleep

Remember Spring swaps snow for leaves

We'll be happy and wholesome again

When the city clears and the sun ascends.

Every season comes to an end, and we will remain.