About three more weeks to POP. I'd be very happy with that, if not for the fact that it means three more weeks in here and two more years out there.
Just got off the phone with mom. They're all packed and ready to go. In two hours they'll be on a flight back home. Thte two little ones are starting school.
I just wish I got to spend a little bit more time with them. Not even to be on the plane with them. Just a few more seconds.
Apparently the previous owner of the apartment came and moved ALL the furniture out. Even the ones he said he'd let us keep.
So Saturday I might actually be going home to an EMPTY apartment with a fridge that doesn't work.
My mom's dumplings are in that fridge...
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It is currently 4:40pm. Which means I've been alone again for 40 minutes.
I'm overwhelmed with a desire to call my mom, but know I can't.
There's a torrent of emotions welling up inside me and I can only do what I've alwyas done. Silently let them slam upon the wall I've erected so long agao then let them drip out bit by bit via this notebook.
I'm utterly alone here. Utterly alone.
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Just got off the phone with Dad. Talkin' to him made me feel better. It's amazing how much good a familiar voie does when you're homesick.
He also gave ma a good idea of what to do while passing the time. List out what I want to do over block leave.
I'll start on that right away.
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