One Month and Missing Him

It’s been a month now since we arrived here in my parents place. I have to admit time really flies so fast these days. It seems that it was just only yesterday when I was packing up my things and preparing for a long voyage back here.

Even so, I already missed my husband and I have to admit. I felt like I made a wrong decision of leaving him there. I guess I am not yet that strong enough to be oceans apart with someone you dearly loved (even though you fight like a cat and dog almost all the time).

Anyway, being away from your hometown for almost three years is quite a lot already. Many things have changed and somehow the surroundings have grown old. Well, maybe because the people I knew here are already old or maybe the pollution got the place looked dull. Or maybe, my heart is not up to it because I missed my hubby or I am angry that he hasn’t sent us support?