The best things in life are the little things. Things like wearing the woolies that your mum made you that one Christmas and cuddling up with your pup on the sofa and taking a good old snooze. You know all the comfy things that make you feel safe when the world around you gets overwhelming. I've been feeling a bit low this week... so I'm seeking comfort in all the homely things. My beau packed the car on Tuesday and drove up north to move all his stuff. He's coming back tomorrow and we get one more week together before he needs to start his studies. I know I'm going to see him tomorrow but the reality has now hit me that we won't be seeing each other every day... or even every week. I'm sure it'll get easier at some point, but I already miss him like crazy.