February 9th, 1992

February 9th, 1992

Apartment by the sea, Massachusetts

There are times when it seems the stars align in your favour and that’s how it feels being here. Had William’s work mission not changed, he’d still be out at sea and I’d be home in England, feeling despondent, with no way of contacting him. It’s during moments like that when a phone call, say from someone like, say, Ben (ok, enough, I know!) can take the evening (and maybe even life!) down a totally different path. However, nothing of the sort happened and here I am, living each moment with William in what feels like our little love cocoon, a place I’m willing to leave only when we run out of food!

I guess some things are just meant to be.