colleen's back

colleen's back from churchill and she got her house. i have been secretly very stressed for the past couple of days as there were some stumbling blocks with her being away before the finance deadline. it all came together today while some socially inept movers moved some beautiful furniture given to my roomate by her dad and step mom into my living room, while colleen's train was rolling into the winnipeg station, while willow whined in the basement because she couldn't come upstairs and while the recycle truck had to go around the moving truck. jack called and said the approval letter was on it's way and i stood on my front lawn and felt the world lift off of my shoulders. because sometimes a house is just a house but sometimes it's a home and this time it was a home. colleen is my best friend and my partner in crime and her heart would have broken if she came home to find that she'd lost the house. and then mine would have subsequently broken too. and i miss her having her own place. i miss going over there and climbing up on her big bed while she gets ready for work or going over in the morning on a day off and making omeletts and common ground and jokes. we make good jokes her and i. if one of us has a messy house and the other one has a messy fridge one of us might open the fridge and say "your house, my fridge", we tell each other that we can't wait to put a face to the name when one of us is on our way to pick up the other, we used to call stephane's extension at work and if he wouldn't pick up we'd turn the volume way up and put it on speaker phone so that he could hear his own voice mail from across the room. i feel like i've got her back. now we live in the same neighborhood. now we live on each end of the same street. it's perfect.