Today the alarm went off at 7am. Windows open, cold air rushing in and a spotlessly clean apartment. It took me a moment to realize that this was the day M. leaves for China. We hopped out of bed, still delirious from sleep and started going through the motions of getting ready for any other day. The only change in routine was the luggage in the front hall.
He drove to the airport and as we pulled up to the drop-off, I felt fine. There were no tears and I knew I was ready to face this two-month period with grace and maturity.
Then I cried and listened to sad music the whole way home. Oh well, I’m a girl. What else can I say?