Mi casa es su casa.

My husband, tired and now sleeping after a long-hard week of work, will soon be trying to accustom himself to my way of living rather than the other way around. So, with this glass of Sauvignon Blanc that I am currently finishing I can't help but think about how this all will affect him. What will he think? How will he feel?

I want us to have a better life than what we have here, but the last thing I want is for him to be as miserable as I am right now living in his mothers house. But I still can't help but feel excitement when I think about all the places I am going to take him, all the places I want to show him.

What if this is just me being selfish though. I miss my family and friends. I miss college. I miss my independence. But what happens when he misses Chile? It's not like we will be able to come back so easily.

Just a few thought's I've had. I know I don't write here that often, but hopefully someone still reads this...