sittin' on the dock of the bay...

that's what i'd like to be doing right now.

the hubby's away with his mom in Japan, the dog's away at my mom's, and i'm home alone, wondering how the hell i'm going to get through the week of a crazy-ass number of papers yet to be done but all due at the same time.

i'm home alone because it's a choice i made, to feel closer to the hubby. being alone is my coping mechanism.

my family offered me a bed at their place but after one night of restless sleep, i decided to come back home, even though it means shuttling to and from buangkok to fulfill some of my duties as a mommy to my little boy called comet.

i can't quite be around people if my hubby isn't around because it makes me miss him more. we both just genuinely love spending time with each other that if i were having fun, i'd wish he were here having fun with me. he told me last night that while he was watching a summary of "wicked" at universal studios japan (but it's all in japanese), he was wishing i were there with him because that was the first musical we watched together on our honeymoon to new york.

so i'd much prefer to stay in our home alone, and try to get some work done in my favorite environment.

i call our place home, because even though my hubby's not here, his presence lingers in his clothes, mug, and big stack of boardgames in the reading room.

i do miss him so. even if he's just gone for the week.

now i'm wondering if going on exchange would still be a good idea.

ramble ramble.