After I wrote this, I realized that I seem really pathetic and sad. I’m not. I haven’t cried in probably three weeks, I’m just having a homesicky / Johnsicky night.
It is harder than I thought it would be to be here by myself. The time drags by waiting for John to get here. Our apartment just doesn’t feel like home without him (and the lack of furniture might have something to do with it). I am still in a fragile state, and he’s not here to tell me to stop crying about things like a washing machine. I welled up with tears today when I found the laundry room in the apartment building with a sign up sheet on the door. Each person has to sign up for a weekly three hour window to do their laundry. The current open times are Wednesdays 10am-1pm and Fridays 4pm-7pm. I guess I’ll sign up for Friday since I’m not likely to come home for lunch on Wednesdays to wash my clothes. And there are no dryers. Just washers. With all of the money this country has (ie: Mercedes Benz public buses), you would think one could afford a dryer and maybe even throw in a dishwasher. I’m missing cozy Sundays of football, baking, and laundry (there are no laundry slots on Sundays).
And I wish John was here to tell me that I’m leaking again and wipe away my tears. And give me a warm chocolate chip cookie.
Boat!!! Don't feel like you're being pathetic at all! I hope it helps that you can write about it here and get your feelings out. I definitely know that feeling of feeling pretty great and adjusting well and then the stress over something small like laundry can just give you that push to feeling sad. I wish I could give you a big hug! We all miss you!
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