Back Where We Belong

The plane began its descent into Portland and, naturally, had to drop through clouds to do so.

It made me grin like an idiot.

When we stepped outside and the cool evening air washed over us I felt a knot in my stomach loosen, and all I could think was that, as much as I miss our families when they're so far away, this really is where I belong.

I feel like she probably knows things.