Well here I am, back safe and sound and jet-lag free. I'd been hoping for a little warmer temperatures, but I'll settle for having my normal, drama-free life back. I landed in Paris Sunday morning, and C got up early to meet me at the airport, which I really appreciated. As some of you know, I'd been a bit nervous about seeing him again. Would I feel the same after such a long absence? Would he feel the same? But luckily everything was just fine. And he passed the Christmas present test by giving me a night in a château. I was actually really touched - finally someone gave me something with a little thought behind it.

It was funny though, because while I was gone, he told me he'd purchased a second guitar. And I was like "A second guitar? What happened to your first one?" There was a slight pause, and then he said "Well, I was hoping I could keep the second one at your place". And then there was a slight pause on my part. My brain raced back and forth between "Ack! He wants to start keeping things chez moi! It's too soon!" and "Stop freaking out, this is a good thing". The rational side of me won out, and I now have this hanging on my wall:
And he spent all of Christmas break learning to play a really lovely song for me, so I have to say it was a decision well-made. :)