Yes, I realize those are flip flops, not boots. The boots are on Raj's feet, at work. On Okinawa. My point is that one of the numerous pairs of flip flops inside our front door is now not mine because Raj is home. Early, even.
Back in June, the date we were given for their return, best case scenario, was Wednesday, September 25. It seemed possible from the beginning and looked like a near certainty later on that they'd be delayed well into October, so I never let myself believe they'd actually get home by the end of this month.
When they left Hong Kong early, people were sounding very optimistic that they'd head straight to Okinawa, but Raj didn't seem convinced. So it was a big and lovely surprise to get the official notification on Monday morning that they'd be back on Tuesday. Cue mad rush to clean the house (state of the floor above notwithstanding - I decided to let the vacuuming wait until Raj can help me move the grill back outside), buy groceries, cook and bake.
Cookie cake, for instance.
I still have stories to tell you about Hong Kong and will write them soon. But I've also got two papers and an exam due this weekend, which I'm working on during the days so I can hang out with my husband in the evenings. Live and in person, in our own very home.
So, internet, I'll see you next week.