These past few days, has been slow. Didn’t go out anywhere much, except for house inspections. Yeap, I’m still homeless here. Haha. It’s kinda stressful with classes starting soon. Pretty sure we’re gonna get a good one. Just staying positive, you know.

It’s kinda fun here, I’m adapting well, I guess. I don’t feel any kind of culture shock or whatsoever. The only thing, though, I’ve been missing my husband a lot. I feel fine when everyone’s at home, and we always have each other to talk to, but on some days, it’s kinda boring, and that’s when the feelings start to creep in.

Sometimes I can push it away, and be indenial, but sometimes, it’s unavoidable. I can feel it’s building up inside if I don’t let it go, and the only way I know how is by crying, or talking to my husband over the skype. But it’s never enough. It’s tough. With the difference in time, and it’s hard to arrange a good timing that works for both of us.

All I need to know is how he’s doing. I want to know his day, what he’s been up to, what’s he feeling and all that, just because I want to feel close to him. Gosh, I just miss talking to him, or doing anything random and crazy. I miss his jokes. I miss his hugs. I miss his teases. I miss everything about him. And every night I dream about seeing him, it makes it hard for me to get out of bed and face reality.

I can’t wait for him to visit in May. I wish he could come right now. Hell, I wish he could come here and stay.