the bright side

Where to start…

Well, New Years Eve has come and gone and somehow I’m already missing 2004.  I mean,if the rest of 2005 pans out the way the last few days have I think I’d rather just sit in a box somewhere and hide until next year.  I would decorate my box, and make it look pretty to remind myself of the good times and try to block out everything that’s just not working the way it’s supposed to.  I’m trying not to be selfish about this, but there comes a point when the bright side just doesn’t look that bright anymore.  

The good news is, my parents are going to be here on Thursday morning and I’ll have 3 weeks to catch up with them and spend some time talking about everything that’s gone on in the last year and 10 months.  Atleast I won’t be alone.

We got a phone call on Saturday and Stephen was asked to go into work on Monday morning for a meeting (despite the fact that he’s on leave)  We assumed that this was because of the Tsunami, and that he would most likely not be involved anymore than the meeting itself or maybe for a few days only.  Then yesterday, his boss called again and he was told that he’d have to get on a plane this morning and go to Malaysia for anywhere from 2 weeks to a month to even longer.  There’s nothing like the last minute phone call.. I was so upset.  Everything I’d planned to do with Stephen and my parents has gone to shit, because one of the four of us won’t be here.  How weird is it going to be spending 3 whole weeks with my Mom and Dad by myself.  I mean, as happy as I will be to see them, they spend $3000 to visit US not just ME.  On top of that, we had to cancel our vacation to the Gold Coast.  The one I’d been looking forward to for weeks and weeks.  The same vacation that we’ve been putting off since last May because Stephen keeps getting sent away somewhere.  We’d finally saved up enough money, we finally had the “guaranteed” time and it was finally all going to happen.  It was going to be perfect. 

So much for that.

And now, here I am…alone, wondering what on earth we’re going to do for three weeks.  We have the car, we can still do planned activities but it just won’t be the same without him.  I finally thought we’d be able to spend some time together.  Instead, I have to meet Mom and Dad at the airport alone, take them out for a special dinner at the harbour alone, possibly go on vacation with them somewhere alone…. How sick am I of “alone time.”  Why does this always happen???

Perspective, the bright side, it could be worse……

I know.

.xox.

Kristin.