12 days until Trevor is home for good.
After eight months of anticipation, it is finally coming to an end. I am most looking forward to not looking forward to anything - being able to enjoy the moment rather than dreading its completion. I'm sick of wanting, I'm sick of waiting.
The last few days really are the longest.
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