After an emotionally thoughtful and bittersweet ride to the airport, Jason parked his car near Terminal C. We moved as one pulling the luggage out of the car and made our way to the gate, carefully avoiding any negative feelings that might arise. Fourteen months apart will be hard1, but neither can deny how outstanding it feels to know that when this adventure concludes, the adventure we had both spent our lives searching for would finally unfold. I am coming home. Finally, finally,home. When I come home, we will be together forever. At the baggage register, a classic Michelle moment: I had forgotten to weigh my bag. Classic Jason moment: he paid for it without batting an eye. We embraced at the security line, saving up for our first few months apart. It feels oddly easy
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