Third Anniversary
The date didn't sneak up on me, this time. I just didn't feel like talking about it.
I had to go into the Children's Office early today and Zell was still asleep when I kissed him gently and headed into work. Before I went to the office, however, I stopped in the kitchen and poured myself a coffee and got myself a muffin. Then I stood, leaning against the counter, in thought.
Three years ago today I had stumbled out of a time portal from prehistoric Connecticut, and not to my grandparents' home, but to this strange tropical island. I'd met my parents at their ripe old age of nineteen. I'd faced off against a momentarily evil Time Lord and run from a mad bomber. And I'd fallen in love.
And I'd also seen my parents and other good friends disappear on me. But through it all, though I was loathe to admit it, I'd made a home here. I was amazed that this was possible, but there it was.
I held up my coffee mug in a quiet toast. "Happy anniversary, Island," I said, beneath my breath. Then I took a sip.
[[OOC: Old friends and new ones welcome. Good time to meet her. As always, ST/LT welcome.]]