while it's never fun to leave a beautiful sprawling metropolis like istanbul, i was more then ready to come home back to mike. upon arriving in toronto, i started shaking with excitement and didn't settle down until i had thrown my arms around mike in the winnipeg airport.
mike took the week off so we've been having an incredibly beautiful, lazy time - going out for dinner, smoking hookah, watching lost with friends, visiting family, going to see salt (which prompted some agent salt re-enactments... in which i karate chopped mike's hand. whoops), getting massages & haircuts - and just being generally silly & extremely lovey dovey.
here is us all dressed up + out for dinner. i was telling mike that when we do this, i still feel like a 13 year old pretending to be a grown up. when will i actually feel grown up?