After spending three days together with no time limit, no bedtime, nowhere to be, just reconnecting and relaxing and loving each other, this week is a big fat shock to the system. He's gone again two hours away to some deadend town to work with his boss for three days. I'm at a loss I guess. Especially after having him with me 24/7 for a while.
Our anniversary trip was amazing... all we did was have long baths, make love, talk, read, sleep in and eat. It was our idea of heaven. We're still the only couple we know who could spend three days in an isolated cabin in the rainforest, with no TV, DVD's, phone, cell reception, or anything, and not only love it but think it was great, never run out of stuff to talk about, and not even get a little sick of each other. lol It was perfect. Nathon cooked for me most of the time, and it turns out he is the master of the Barbeque lol. We stayed in the bath for hours until we got pruny, ate breakfast every morning on the balcony overlooking the rainforest, snuggled up on the lounge under the doona and talked for ages listening to dodgy 80's music lol.
Now I'm all alone again, eating microwaved leftovers, hugging his pillow for company and haning on his calls from the hotel lobby. I hate it. I want him home, and I want this stupid training fortnight to be over with already. I want hugs and kisses that are not detailed over the phone, I want to go to bed and wake up with him every day. I want to watch Criminal Minds on Wednesday and have him there to hold me if I get scared. I don't want to shower alone, or make eggs for one for dinner every night this week. But I won't get what I want for a goodly while yet and there's no use being a whingy sook about it.