Today was our two-week-a-versary!
Every once in a while I come home, but as I walk through the door it hits me that I live in this apartment, rather than being a wanderer who simply stays until bedtime. The sequence of feelings is something akin to:
1) realize that I'm not just visiting my husband's apartment, but our apartment
2) get a tightness in the chest from feeling trapped and unable to escape to my former house
3) relax and realize that in the previous two weeks I haven't had any reason to need escape
4) collapse into my husband's arms in joy
My only hope is that I can cut out step 2 in this process, the sooner the better!