Loneliness

Since seeing off Kitchie and Tim to the airport early today, I have never felt as lonely. Going back to the car, not having to strap little Timothy on his seat and speaking with Kitchie all the way back home was very difficult. All the more as I got home. There was no one to greet me, no one to share stories, no one to have laugh with.

For the next few days, it will only get worse. I have grown accustomed to laying in bed with the little Padawan between us. Every waking moment will be hard as well, there will be no kisses or hugs to wake me up, no one jumping on my tummy if I still try to stay in bed.

I can’t imagine how it will be coming home from work without anyone coming home to. No voices to welcome me home to make each hard day at work well worth returning home.

I hope time passes by really fast during these times, for I don’t know how long I can stand it. This is the first time that I will be by myself, in a country that is not my own.

Photo courtesy of Dripping Lotus

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