This day came way too quickly for me. Since knowing Stephen would be leaving for training in September for the past two months it seemed like this day would never come, but here it is. I dropped him off early this morning at 5:30 am at the airport. He was really nervous and didn't want to go--I didn't want him to go either, but the sooner he can go the better. I tried to prepare myself for this day to be strong and just let him go, but I cried the whole way back from the airport. I've been thinking this whole time that it's not fair that I have to stay here at home, but I'm pretty sure Stephen got the worst of it going into the unknown not knowing anyone or what he's going to be doing. I, on the other hand, am in my comfortable home surrounded by both my families if ever I need anything. I now have absolutely no motivation to even get up in the mornings, to fix my hair, put on makeup, or get dressed. Every evening around 5:30 I would anxiously be waiting and looking out the windows to catch a glimpse of Stephen coming up the walk on his way home from work when I then awaited his kiss hello as he walked through the front door--best part of my day. I won't get that for another agonizingly, long six months.
I'm sure it'll get better and we'll both get used to living alone; I'll find work to keep me occupied while Stephen is working out and getting ripped ;) Haha, it'll all be good. The worse part is I don't have anyone to cuddle with at night to keep me warm when I go to bed, especially now that fall is here and winter soon to follow. March 16th can't come soon enough.
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