Hopetown Road

I trudge back up the steps to answer the door, and I open it. Later, I replay the moment over and over again in my mind, thinking that maybe that was the best moment in my entire life so far. Landon stands in the threshold, in living color. He is carrying a backpack slung casually over one arm and is wearing jeans and his old black Doc Martens. I raise my hand to my mouth, my eyes wide open. Is this a trick of my mind?

Landon speaks first and I see that there are tears in his huge brown eyes. “Hi, baby. I’ve missed you so much.” Then he smiles his smile—Landon’s smile. I take one step forward and fall into his arms, holding on for dear life.

As day is quickly transforming into evening, Landon and I make passionate and fierce love on the floor of my, now ours, bedroom. I cry as I explode, still too shell shocked to believe it is true: Landon has driven all the way out San Francisco to be with me. Suddenly it doesn’t matter if I find a job; I will live homeless and under the Bay Bridge just to be with Landon for the rest of my life.

The views from our townhome up and down Leavenworth are amazing. Almost daily, Landon and I walk the city hand in hand; taking resumes for restaurants everywhere we go, stopping frequently at the more affluent looking establishments. We play with the seals on Fisherman’s Wharf, and eat dinners at The Chart House in Sausalito. We make love in every room in the house. The three of us frequently visit wine country, and we feel like we are all on vacation. We stopped at the farm stands on the way back to the city, admiring the beautiful little town of Mill Valley.