I said this morning as I jumped right back into the frying pan at work. 1 month to vacation, and boy do I need it.
I managed to make it through to the security call for John's plane before I started to cry. Not bad. I was still busy working this morning before we left so that kept me distracted. Once the security call comes though, you know time's up. You see the pain and sadness in the eyes staring back at you and wonder how 2 weeks can go by so quickly.
It gets harder every time, and you try to placate yourself by looking forward to the next visit, but that doesn't help much. But, I've made my choice. I have to deal with the crappy parts and suck it up - life won't go on hold for me to cry for a couple of hours.
Decisions are going to have to be made soon, as I don't think either of us want to go through the lengthy time apart scenarios much longer. Coming home to a font just isn't the same. It will be an interesting year, that's for sure. One of us will have to move to another country, and I honestly don't know which one of us that will be. I still haven't been there yet, and with the growing frustration in my job and lack of education to go with it, I may be better off leaving here. I don't know. It's a lot to think about, and I have to start the thought process.