My husband has gone on a business trip. That's why he's not with me tonight. He'll be back in a few days, so it's not too bad. Though this is the first time we've been apart since the day we met... but it's just a few days, so it's not that bad. Anyway, he left this morning. I dropped him off at the airport. He's in Washington D.C. He landed at the Reagan International airport around two this afternoon. It is rather exciting to have a husband who goes on business trips, especially since we're so young. Oh, he's working at the particle accelerator there. He's writing a program that will detect neutrons and count their pulses. It's complicated. Sometimes I wish I understood it better, because maybe I could help him.
I kind of helped him with a program once. Well, it's more like I figured out a problem before he did. I trust his skills too much to question something I think is wrong especially when it comes to math. But, he was explaining the problem to me and how he was going to fix it, and a part of it didn't sound right to me, but I figured that he had it all planned out in his head. He came to me later and told me that he'd been doing it wrong. He showed me how it was supposed to be, and it was the way I'd figured it out in my head. He was bummed that I hadn't pointed it out the first time, but he was impressed with me. I like it when he thinks I'm smart.
I wish he was here right now. Then he'd be able to read this little thing I'm writing, and think it was awfully cute. He'd give me a hug and a kiss and tell me that he loves me. It's just been a day and I already miss that. I think I'm addicted. But he's addicted too. He keeps telling me how hard it is for him to be away from me. It's so cute and so sad all at the same time. He's off sleeping in some uncomfortable hotel bed, he doesn't like hotel beds, and he doesn't have me there to tell him that I love him. That's my job. That's what I'm supposed to do, because it makes him so happy when I do. I don't have a job now.
All I have now is school, which is the reason I couldn't go with him. He's off doing something fabulously hard, and I can't even be there to watch. He wanted to take me, but I would have missed too much school. I wish I didn't have school. I'd much rather go sit in a boring hotel all day just so I can be with him in the evening. I can't even give him hugs and kisses. All day, I've wanted to just lean over and give him a little kiss. It's my way of reminding him that I love him. All I've had today to remind him is my phone. It's just not the same. And he couldn't even use it on the plane. They're trying wifi on planes now, but our connection disconnected a few hours after he left.
I went to see my family and extended family today, and it felt so weird to not have him next to me the whole time. I missed holding his hand and watching him talk with my family. He's so fascinating when he starts talking. He knows so many things. He knows physics, and all about computers, and he even keeps up on politics, so I could have listened to him talk about all of those things today, but I couldn't because all of his conversations with other people were far away from me... He's far away from me. He's really far away from me.
I walked him all the way to the security gate today. We hugged and kissed and said our goodbyes there. And then I stood next to a pillar and watched him walk through the line to the security. We waved to each other a few times. I watched for a long time, just wanting something else to happen, and then I turned around and walked out of the airport.
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