I helped marry off another friend. As all weddings do to me, I got a bit sappy, a bit nostalgic, a bit nervous, and a bit hopeful. And, of course, I kept thinking about Kevin the whole time. I realized something though about me and weddings: I am completely unpredictable. One day, I’m so impatient to get married. The next day, I’m glad that I’ve got time. I guess, in part, that’s the blessing of Kevin; we’re so close and so relaxed, I don’t feel like I should rush; I love dating him. Of course, I’ll love marrying him too, but I’m learning to love the present instead of waiting for the future to arrive. We all know it comes and goes fast enough as it is. So, for now, I just love being Kevin’s girlfriend. It’s a fun and honorable title to carry.

I heard a lot of comments while I was back in Iowa that went something like this: “So when are you moving back?” It was a tough answer because I feel like this is where I belong, yet I won’t lie; the distance sucks. I hate living away from him. It’s hard. It hurts. It drives me crazy. But when I’m sitting, tucked in his arms, talking, it’s the most refreshing feeling. I finally feel at home again. I finally feel safe and comfortable. So where will I end up? I guess I don’t know the geographical answer, but I do know that wherever I end up, I’ll be with Kevin and that’s all that matters. This past week with him was refreshing for me. It was what I needed.