We came back home and kissed. A quick lunch later, we put our feet up to rest. One half of the bed was tired, lumpy and crumpled. The other half was a little too crisp, too restless and jumpy. The contrast perhaps a manifestation of the variety of emotions. With something like this staying balanced is like walking on a tightrope; emotions sway wildly from one end to the other, like a malfunctioning metronome. I know there are several challenges yet to come. Pain, as I have come to learn, is inevitable. I am sure there will be ups and downs, triumphs and shortcomings still to come - no more day dreaming about frolicking on meadows in the summer, thank you very much. After all, with something this huge, it pays to be realistic.

Still, there's something about the destination. Perhaps, it's not where it is or what it implies. Perhaps it's simply because the wheels are in motion. That there is a goal, that status quo is broken.

After several blank pages, there are words and lines starting to form again. Being human, we resume, curious again about how the book ends.