Today is Wednesday, August 4. The day my husband leaves me for his first out-of-town work thing for his job. It is a weird feeling. Usually it is me that is doing the traveling. See, for 4 1/2 years, I worked for a university where I traveled 5 times a year. Granted, they were only overnight trips, but they were still out-of-town. On top of that, if we aren't traveling together, it is usually me traveling to see my parents or friends. I usually plan these trips to be too long and end up missing my husband terribly by the end of it. But since I finally got to join my husband in February after two months apart (a story for another time), we have only been apart twice and that was to help/visit family.
Now my husband is leaving me for 4 days and I feel pathetic that I already feel lost without him. Usually, he comes home from work and we catch up on the day, have dinner together, play a game or two, then I do homework. Even on nights when I have school, I get home, we catch up on the day, and have a snack together before bed. I get to sleep next to him at night and get fabulous cuddles, and I get to wake up to his cuddles in the morning. For the next 4 days, I will get none of that. He may have time to call me to catch up on the day, but that is not guaranteed. No cuddles. No dinner together. And at least until tomorrow night, the house will be horribly or blessedly quiet (I haven't decided which yet) because our roommate is out of town too.
Well, at least I have plenty of homework to distract me...
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