Papa Long just left for the airport… headed for a work trip. As I lay in bed with Little Foot, I am acutely aware of the empty futon on the floor where he usually sleeps.
Unlike other jetsetting couples, I hate being apart from Long. The first time he went away without me after our wedding (Taiwan with his parents), I cried myself to sleep alone in our house that suddenly felt too big. He cried himself to sleep in Taiwan too.
Months later, he went to chase the aurora in Iceland without me. Again, I cried myself to sleep for days… even though I was to meet him in Paris a week later.
After that trip, we tried for Little Foot and conceived her a couple of months later. We never left each other for trips.
Our work usually don’t bring us overseas. That’s one of the things I avoid. I hate work trips. And the nature of his work don’t usually require him to travel.
This week he was given short notice to fly to Europe… so he packed last night and left tonight. Being the explorer that he is, I know he’ll be fine.
I just feel so down though…. not having him around unsettles me. This is the first time he is away from me, from us, since Little Foot came into existence.
Sighh…mummy’s gotta be brave and survive this week. His plane hasn’t taken off and I miss him so much already.
Even Little Foot cried and screamed when we said goodbye and closed the gate.
Time to learn to stand on our own feet this week.
Come home soon, Papa!