Finally, I got a break from you. I thought.

I finally get a chance to watch whatever I wanted on tv.

Finally, peaceful sleep through the night and no stubble to wake me up prematurely in the morning.

No messy home.

I get to prepare and have my home cooked meals.

I get to hang out with my friends late on weekends.

Two weeks in…

The bed is too big.

I still have as much laundry and household chores.

I have to drive myself everywhere.

I am tired from a few social weekends and I just want to chill and do nothing.

No tv program is enjoyable without you.

Every meal at home is a lonely meal.

Dear, come back safe. I just want to turn on the air conditioner and laze in bed with you. I’m glad you will only be gone for three weeks.