Bachelorette Party: Day 4
March 9, 2005 | 4:02 pm | Uncategorized | Girly, The Man | 0
C left for South Korea, where he’ll be spending the next seven weeks, early Sunday morning. So early, in fact, that I had no plans to drag myself out of bed to walk him to the door, so we said our goodbyes the night before, and I laid in bed futilely fighting fatigue until 1:30 or so in the morning, afraid to fall asleep because I knew it was the last chance I’d have for the next seven weeks to lay in the arms of this wonderful and amazing man.
When he gets back, we’ll have a month here together in which we have a checklist of things to accomplish. Some of those things include getting married, getting vaccinated and visa-ed, packing everything we own and trying to fit it into a 10-by-10 storage space, and moving to South Korea. Until then, I’ve been trying to keep busy with wedding planning, 40-miles bike tours of Houston and running with our running club each week.
C called at 11 p.m. Monday evening, which was 2 p.m. Tuesday afternoon his time, to tell me that he had landed and was safe and okay. I was so glad to hear from him that I couldn’t really think of anything to tell him other than I love you and I miss you.
I don’t know how military wives do it, waiting for the letter or phone call that — for a few days at least — sets their concerns at ease. Sunday night, Monday night and last night were pretty sleepless for me. Here I am, alone in his house, trying to fall asleep in his bed, the bed I’ve never slept in alone.
“It’s hard for me to imagine you there without me,” he said over the phone.
Sure, my stuff is there, I live there too, but when I walk into our closet in the morning to get ready for work, all I see are the rows of his vintage dress shirts from Sears hanging all around me and his gigantic house shoes — the shoes that normally annoy me in the morning because they make a “clop clop” noise on our concrete floor. But I look at them now and wonder if, since it’s still winter in South Korea, are his feet cold? Does he come home after work and just lay in front of the television until he falls asleep like I’ve done for the past several days? Does he feel displaced too, or is he settling into the far-away apartment that will be our first home together as a married couple?
I’ve been trying to keep busy — I really have. I have plans for every weekend this month. I’ll be doing this, celebrating this and going to a party here. And I have plenty of friends who are begging at my door to take me out and show me a good time.
The problem is I don’t want to be shown a good time. When I’m with C, I always have a great time. Life is so much better when you have someone you love to share all your experiences with, miserable and euphoric.
I can’t wait to move to Korea.