Time for a new label

So other than new place,new apt,new routines there is actually much much to say but its all going to be mush so you stay warned.
Unlike what many uncles aunties and 'well wishing' people said immigration did not question me for ever or check my hand for bomb residue! It took a while though and once i finally got all my luggage out i had no energy to even go to the loo and pee and generally try and look less like something that washed up but it was all too tiring and i was like what the hell,he is going to see the morning ugliness any which ways,so lets just do a small trial dose now.
i saw him waiting at the other exit so i put everything away at a corner and walked over and i could see the relief and the oh you are here,everything flood together.
and we left, drove,kissed,got home.

There was a family at the airport welcoming somebody,with big welcome home banners and tears and suddenly i missed everyone back home and when we finally got home and he opened the door there was a welcome home *insert my name on the front wall.In red, small golden and silver flower like thingies and all and red and pink balloons and happily ever after balloons! heh. completely unexpected (sweet) things  make me feel very teary eyed you know..like gulp in the throat things..
There was a chocolate cake too with two pretty lil candles.. He had made dinner, rice and chicken curry which sort of helped the whole home sickness situation...

The days are going by in a rush actually which i dint expect. There have been fights and many disagreements. I  wont interfere in the issue of the terribly messy desk and he wont leave the sandals around in the living room.
But every day i wake up happy in the thought that he is somewhere in the house. just a call way. Its a pretty awesome feeling!

Here is to a new label: living with the boi