MY GIRL IS COMING HOME.

Let me repeat that in case all caps wasn’t clear enough: my most favorite person in the entire world is moving from the hellhole that is Long Island and coming back to Wisconsin in September to be with me forever and ever and til the end of time.

(Does she tire of my psychotic love? Sure! But she hasn’t gotten rid of my ass in ten years; I’m pretty sure she’s just resigned herself to the situation at this point.)

At the end of one of the more horrible weeks on record, this is the greatest news I could possibly receive. Seriously. Better than a swimming pool filled with pickles all for me.

Jaime is the voice inside my head, and I miss her so much it makes me stupid. I have done 23948873 things wrong in my life - probably even this year - but this one thing, her moving home? Proof that somewhere along the line, I did one thing right.