When You’re Gone

It’s been far too long since I’ve taken the time to write an entry here, and I’m realizing how much I’ve missed it. Today, you’re painting your new office, and even though you’re just a few feet away, the house already feels emptier without you moving through it. It’s strange how even the smallest distance between us can make me feel your absence so deeply.

I know I should be excited for you to start school again or return to work—it’s a new chapter, and I truly am happy for you—but I can’t help but feel the weight of the transition. After spending so much uninterrupted time together, it’s going to be an adjustment, at least for me. If I’m being honest, I think I’m going to miss you more than I can even prepare myself for.

Maybe it’s time I seriously consider school for myself or find something meaningful to keep me occupied while you’re busy with your own responsibilities. I don’t want to just sit around waiting for the hours to pass.

Anyway, I mostly just wanted to check in here, to put these thoughts somewhere instead of letting them swirl around in my head. I promise I’ll be better about writing more consistently.

I love you.