Live from Reykjavik
It’s late here in Iceland but I’m still on LA time so I’m sitting at the desk in our hotel room looking out at the city and mountains. A slight fog is rolling in from the mountains and though it’s just after 10:00PM the sun is just now setting. It’s really beautiful with orange and pink light and clouds in the distance. Leonard is fast asleep in the bed. I think I’ve worn him out today. We came back from the airport and haven’t left the room. I love room service. My plan is pretty simple for tonight. I’m going to write my blog and post it then get back in bed with Leonard. I really missed cuddling into his shoulder on the nights we spend together. I have to squeeze three more months of that into these three days. Tomorrow Leonard said we are going to explore the city. I’m excited to see some place new.
The name of the place we are staying is the Hotel Borg. When Leonard first told me the name I thought we were staying in a Star Trek themed hotel. Leonard let me know it’s actually a mostly a female name here in Iceland. He also said the rest of the science team on the ship is staying here as well. Leonard said that all of the scientists got single rooms. It’s kind of a treat after having 3 to a cabin on the ship.
I told Leonard all about this blog but ask him not to read it until he gets home. If I know Leonard he’ll read it anyway so I may need to watch what I write from now on. Howard, Bernadette and Amy have all been reading because they are leaving comments. So hi to you guys from Iceland tonight, oh and Chuck from Nebraska I’m still not available. Did you read my blog or just look at my profile picture?
I still have Leonard’s sign from the airport. I’ve added, “I love you too”, and then I’ll put it in his bag before I leave. So it makes me wonder why it was so hard to say that for so long. I guess it had to do with the fact that it would take things to the next level. There are those commitment issues I have again. I think I showed him I loved him but to say it would somehow complicate things. I was wrong. It made things so much better. It’s not some unspoken gorilla in the room now. My fear that it would become flippant and tossed around never happened. Leonard will sometimes say it in passing to me but he always means it. When I say it to him I always mean it. That’s a real first for me. When he first said it to me years ago I panicked. I wasn’t sure he really knew what it meant or if I did. Now I know he does and so I guess I do too. What I am sure of is I love Leonard, heart and soul, good and bad every second of my day.
It’s 11:30 here now though it’s still pretty light outside. In Pasadena it just got to 4:30. I’m going to have one more glass of wine then it’s back to bed with my sweetie.
Good night world
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