Before I start with some really cute and romantic stuff… lets be honest, that is one sick title for a blog post…. okay done basking in my great play on words, lets get to the business of  L O V E.

Another week apart completed, it was capped off with an amazing weekend with no plans that resulted in an amazing time together. we were able to explore the city of Fargo (do you get it now) during the St. Patrick’s day festivities. Pub crawl in college bars, a fancy distillery, dodging through a parade, and an impromptu stay in a hotel all were in line.  But that isn’t the real story behind this weekend, no the real story is what was underneath that all.

When you love someone, I mean really love someone, in a visceral sense, you will go anywhere with them and feel right at home. So whether we were sitting in a booth, walking on the street, grabbing a hot-n-ready, I always felt that I was home in a city I had never been to. I learned that my home is mobile and I couldn’t be happier.

With hangovers in hand, we headed home and cuddled the Sunday away watching movies and talking about a future together. Sunday lead to Monday and another 5:30 am departure time to arrive to work on time, and a long day there I was ready to be home in my big comfy bed. the only problem? my bed and home are two different places, so I opted for another 197 mile trip for two more hours at home, instead of the bed.