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After a surprisingly calm night ...
Mar. 25th, 2003 08:37 amFrancesco just called from the hotel in Korea and sounded like falling asleep on his feet any minute. Travelling for 11 hours is not exactly relaxing, especially if you didn’t really wanna go where you are destined.
I was a good girl yesterday, at least until I got home from taking him to the airport. In the two hours that I waited with him I didn’t cry once, in the car only a little (a bit hard to find your way on the highway if you can’t see), but at home I needed like 20 minutes to get a grip on myself to be calm enough to call my mother. Right now it’s a little bit like it used to be when he went back to Italy after a gorgeous weekend with me, and since I’m still familiar with that feeling I have strategies to cope with that. Luckily I’ll be working full time until Thursday and afterwards I’ll go to visit my parents.
Too many friends have already asked for my plans for the weekend and I hate to disappoint some of them. But I just have three and a half days and still a lot of stuff for the wedding to do. Maybe the swimming-pool-idea is going to work. Or maybe jut a drink with most of them in the pub. Or meeting in someone’s place to cook together. I really miss those occasions, just staying with the others and doing things that we usually did, not doing something special, because I’m there. Makes me feel like a guest. Hate that feeling.
Ok, time to get ready, work is waiting and I’m really looking forward to leave this empty apartment.
Nice day to all of you.
I was a good girl yesterday, at least until I got home from taking him to the airport. In the two hours that I waited with him I didn’t cry once, in the car only a little (a bit hard to find your way on the highway if you can’t see), but at home I needed like 20 minutes to get a grip on myself to be calm enough to call my mother. Right now it’s a little bit like it used to be when he went back to Italy after a gorgeous weekend with me, and since I’m still familiar with that feeling I have strategies to cope with that. Luckily I’ll be working full time until Thursday and afterwards I’ll go to visit my parents.
Too many friends have already asked for my plans for the weekend and I hate to disappoint some of them. But I just have three and a half days and still a lot of stuff for the wedding to do. Maybe the swimming-pool-idea is going to work. Or maybe jut a drink with most of them in the pub. Or meeting in someone’s place to cook together. I really miss those occasions, just staying with the others and doing things that we usually did, not doing something special, because I’m there. Makes me feel like a guest. Hate that feeling.
Ok, time to get ready, work is waiting and I’m really looking forward to leave this empty apartment.
Nice day to all of you.
