I'm sunning myself at the window of Grant's room. The bright sunlight is making it a little hard to see the screen but I don't care. The warmth feels good - we don't get many sunny days anymore as the year turns to winter, and I cherish this one. Basking in the liquid warmth, listening to the soft sounds of David's record player from the adjacent room, I am content.
I can hear the sound of Oana's key in the lock as she struggles to get the door open, and Grant's laughter as he comes to her rescue. We have just changed our lock and Oana isn't used to it yet... Now he's trying to teach her how to turn the key, and I smile at their conversation.
I have just gotten off the phone with my parents - I'd called home to wish my mum a happy birthday. It was good hearing their voices again; I miss Mummy and Daddy being around to nag me gently, tease me, and be there anytime I need a hug. There is a lot of laughter in our family and I miss it. But that phone call filled me enough to keep me going until I see them again in a month :)
I am experiencing a rare moment of perfect happiness and contentment. The sun is warm on my face, and I have poached eggs and toast digesting in my belly. The glass is cool against my right temple, it is a Friday, lectures are over for the week and everything is right in my world. Why should I not be happy?
My longing for Brendan is like a small cat that follows me everywhere, and at the moment it lies curled up on my lap. It is my constant companion in the absence of my boyfriend, and I have grown somewhat fond of it. Sometimes I walk too fast and move too busily for it, but it always manages to catch up with me several times through the day. It goes wherever I go, and lies close to me when I am at rest. As I said, I have grown fond of it and will even stroke it sometimes. It is a small, gentle creature that does not claw nor bite, but nestles close to me, a slightly heavy weight against my heart always.
So yes, despite my longing I can be happy. I am happy here.