It doesn't actually feel like six months. It feels more like, three months. But a wonderful three months. Folks, being in love, it's like, for eighteen years you were on a boat, floating around, without knowing where to go. Seeing things, knowing things, doing things, but nowhere to stop, no anchor to hold you in one spot. And then one day, while you were sailing aimlessly you happened to bump into another lost soul. And suddenly, you have a port. Suddenly, you have a reason to stay in one place.