It was 2 years ago today that I boarded a plane and left Germany and H. The trip was a sort of last hurrah. Considering my purpose, it was a lovely trip filled with Weihnachtsmarkts and mugs of Glühwein. It was so nice to hold H’s hand and be one of those elusive “couples.” I try not to reminisce since I now realize that it was only special to me and that H never had any intentions. Five years of my life spent waiting for someone who never planned on catching up. At least I cut my losses. Since then, I devoted myself to moving on. The last 2 years were spent trying to replace him with a slightly different model. One who wasn’t so frightened of commitment and Republicans. Only recently did I decide that instead of replacing him, I would take control of my life, make a home for myself and if a man happens to intersect with me, so be it. I am finished with waiting.