I decided to start packing up a little so I won't feel out of time when it's time to leave. So all my summer clothes are now in my giant ziplock bag, vacuumed and sealed. While packing, I could feel the distance between me and home getting shorter. I'm more happy and excited to go back home than I thought I would be. I think about how my family and I are gonna sit around the dining table and have a good meal together, I think about how Kw and I are gonna go food-hunting and dating all day over the weekends and how I am gonna catch up with my besties like we haven't seem each other for ever.
Being on exchange made me realize one thing: being in love is not about being inseparable. It's about how nothing changes even when you're separated. I honestly feel that it's very apt in my situation. Kw was in Germany the past 3-4 weeks and we barely talked to each other. The most we can do was to Whatsapp because he couldn't Skype. But whenever we get to talk, I feel happy and refreshed. It makes me excited thinking that I'm coming back home to you, Hun. Before I left, I honestly felt that this is going to be the real test for us, being apart for so long. I was optimistic but I didn't know how it was gonna turn out. I cannot be there for you physically when you're going through harsh trainings. I cannot talk to you as much as we both want to. I don't know if you were gonna be too frustrated and stop trying. Eventually, I realized that you became really understanding. Even when I consistently get caught up with stuff and neglect you, you still send me heart-warming texts that bring smiles to my face. I know we will make it through, love. I'll be back home in slightly more than a month and I'll make up for all the loss of time.
Meanwhile, continue to remember that I love you and you are the best. Happy 47th month to us. :)
