"Home is where the heart is." Indeed.
There's a Coldplay song (I believe it's "clocks") with the lyrics "you are" followed by the line "home, home where I wanted to go". Until recently I had always heard it as "you are....(some unsaid sentiment)", but then Song Epiphany! and I heard it "you are home, where I wanted to go" and I totally understood. Because in all the chaos and fragmentation that we've experienced in the last two years, Mark has become home to me. Home is wherever he is. And I'm ready to go home.

Spent last night in the new place. It was BITTER COLD.

Of course, it was (I think) the coldest night of the year. I couldn't get the main heater to work, so I only had a small little space heater. And I'm sleeping on an air mattress on the floor. I woke up at about 2:30am, just from the cold. I draped my blankets over the heater, so it was blowing directly underneath, and after five minutes, the heater STOPPED. Panic. Luckily, it came back on after five minutes. But I was still cold. I thrashed around and cocooned myself for a bit, then began to realize that whatever part of me was against the bed was what was getting cold. So if I was lying on my left hip, my left hip would get cold. Strange. I finally figured it out, that, being on (hardwood) floor, my left hip was basically three inches from the bitter-cold crawlspace. I made an effort to spread out my weight, and everything was okay. I need to lay down a layer of insulation or something though.

Today I bought a fridge and a washing machine, all by myself. I'm a big boy!