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Tomorrow morning, Paris; tomorrow evening, Toronto.

From the moment I touch down at Lester Pearson, at 3.45pm local time, and step out onto Canadian soil, everything changes.

Rob will be there, waiting for me. We will see and touch and hold each other, for the first time since March, for the first time after our decision, on April 11, to get married.

At that moment, this single life ends, and Rob and I will walk out of the airport side by side, beginning a much longer journey that will take us the rest of our lives, as a couple.

National identities will blur and converge, geography will dissolve, our sense of place will be permanently altered.

When I lift off tonight, from O.R. Tambo, it is the future I am travelling to.

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