Tonight Keith left for his 3.5 week long trip to China. He's been wanting to go on this trip for several years but then things got in the way (like proposing and getting married and going on a honeymoon), so he's going now. Up until last night I was doing pretty okay with the thought of him being gone for so long. We've been apart before, so this will be fine. I can do it! I can clean the house! And read books! And exercise! And watch Netflix!
But this is almost a full month apart, and it's almost a full month of having limited communication, and when we said goodbye at the airport my "strong and independent woman" facade vanished and I started bawling right by the check in kiosks. We hugged, we kissed, I started to walk away, and then I was like "NOPE" and walked back to him to say goodbye for the second time. Then I repeated this a third time. And I cried, then laughed that I was crying, then cried some more. And then I really walked away. I even did that thing like in movies where you turn and look at each other at just the right moment as you're both walking away... only I couldn't find him at first and I kind of panicked but then OH there he was. And then I tripped walking up the stairs to get in my car.
And then I listened to Ed Sheeran (the best CD ever) all the way home and sang along and also just stared and thought really deep and emotional things. It was kind of just a really emotional and not super great night.
I'm really worried about him over there. I'm worried about the flights, about some of the places they're going, about him getting hurt in some really random way. I'm just worried. And I know worry is useless but I can't help it. Does anybody actually know how not to worry?
So, that's that. In the next 24 days I may have cleaned off our deck. I may have sorted my closet into winter and summer. I may have vacuumed and mopped the floors. I may have bought a dresser for me. I may have thrown things away. OR I may have just eaten bags of Hershey's chocolate eggs and watched a ton of One Tree Hill.
Was this as fun for you as it was for me? Help. Keep me from my sadness.