*whispers* I did a thing...
633 days later, I finally got back on board my best friend, and it was more than I could have ever dreamed.
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little nervous; there’s a good reason I waited for a heatwave and chose our oven of an indoor. That gal can be SHARP. But mostly, I was just overwhelmingly excited.
Ignoring my not so graceful mounting attempt (I was super-stiff after a busy week, plus competing Maple that morning. Combined with Win, who has a naughty habit of walking off as you get on, it wasn't as smooth as one would like...), it was otherwise a huge success. It really did feel like coming ‘home’.