It's been... an odd couple of days.
Susan is... good. She's healthy and well and she knows what she's doing with her TARDIS. Everything I could have hoped for, really. More that I could have hoped for from the Time War.
I'm home at the moment, though, with Rose. I'm not quite sure how to deal with it all.
It was always so easy before: either you were with me or not. And that sounds so dramatic, but it's true. Either someone was travelling with me in the TARDIS or I never saw them. But now... I've got this place, with Rose, which is home. I've got the Tylers' mansion and the in laws. I've got Susan in her flat. I've got Mike from the coffee shop and Jill in the post office and Nathan at the British Museum, to name just a few. All these people, people who (with the exception of Rose) don't spend their entire lives with me.
It's only now Susan's here that I'm starting to think about balancing all that out. Dividing my time. How odd. When Rose was working at Torchwood it was easier - while she was doing all of that boring malarkey, I could see anyone I wanted to and then spend all the rest of the time with her. :) Now I'm not sure where to go.
I want everyone to fit together. Maybe I'm being silly, but for the last year it's all been a simple game of happy families. I want Susan to slot into that. I don't even know why - I'd never have expected to want to include Jackie, Pete and Tony as part of my life in this way. But Susan doesn't want to intrude and I upset Rose and Jackie... is Jackie. (My ear's still ringing from that phone call yesterday.)
*Frowns and scratches neck* Blimey, this is really domestic, isn't it? And I'm the one right in the middle!
Maybe I'll go and fix up Rod the robot. He should be able to help the three I've already sent to the new place to make sure it's safe and the major biohazards have gone.