so...he's home!
He got back on Sunday at 6 in the morning and I was there at the airport with his dad, to surprise him. It was really nice, except that I was praying he wouldn't give me a big squeezy hug because the combination of tiredness and car sickness had made me a bit nauseous. Luckily he didn't, but when his dad stopped about five minutes from Heathrow to get petrol I had to run out of the car to throw up in the service station toilets. Romantic. I also had mysterious tummyache for most of the time I was at his house, which was annoying because I had very carefully planned exactly how it was going to be when I saw him again, and neither car sickness nor tummyache was part of the plan.
Once he told me to stop worrying about things not being exactly as I had imagined, it was fine. I just got back to York today and feel in a bit of a daze, I can't believe he's going to be in England now for the foreseeable future, it seems too good to be true. I am seeing him next Wednesday before we go to Green Man with a big group of friends, and on the Sunday we will have been going out for a year and a half!
Thanks for the encouragement and advice everyone

I hope all your long distance relationships are going well.