WFH in the middle of the night

I brought work home with me again tonight. Somewhere between writing yet another creative brief, I took a 10-minute break and rummaged through old receipts in my kitchen drawer. Dog-eared and browned, some were dated 2006, most 2007. It's almost heartbreaking to see the places we've been in just months. Restaurants we picked to try over the weekends, and random markets we chose to explore during week nights.

I miss him dearly, and can't wait to be in his arms again.