Home Alone

4.06pm 5 July 2006 Wednesday

It has been quite a whirlwind afternoon since I sent H off at the airport. I had envisioned a quiet afternoon to lick my sore heart but that didn't quite happen. I had to get the car washed and cleaned for a potential buyer, get caught in a shower right after the 30 minute wash and wax, accept an offer, and reject the aforesaid offer when the guy had doubts and dropped the price.

Am home now, but our quiet little cottage seems so bare without a kitty cat underfoot. I'd asked myself earlier, why I had been so emotionless and chirpy the past months since we realised that H had to go back. As I watched his departing figure wave enthusiastically despite the heavy carry-on luggage and bulky racquet bag, I realised that we both needed to be stoic if this was to be as painless as possible. Had either of us broke down and clung to each other, which was what the unconscious mind was probably shouting for, it would be a tough month to endure.

But that's not to say I didn't have the urge to cry, or that lump in my throat is due to a sore throat. I'm just afraid that once I start crying, I won't stop.

Auf Wiedersehen, my dear. See you soon and don't forget to brush your teeth. =P