Matthew left last night and is still in the air heading for Los Angeles (two long 12 hour flights). He should be landing in about 4 hours time. The house feels empty and quiet (not that he is a noisy one) and, like the house, I also feel a tad empty and quiet. However I am now also starting to feel the excitement that he must be experiencing. I remind myself that this is such an adventure and experience for him that it is selfish to feel sad. So I'll go to bed now and keep checking my phone through the night to check that he has landed and that the people who are suppose to collect him, find him.
My aching nerves