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Z flew up to Parabadoo (up north) on Wednesday afternoon on work. It's very odd climbing into bed without him there, organising my own dinner without seeing what he wants, organising my evening alone. Little things make me miss him, like lying sidewise in bed and finding his pillow empty, or reaching for the shower sponge and finding it dry because he hasn't used it first. I was talking to Leanne about how odd it felt and I came up with the fact that there's a marked difference of emotion between going away and being left behind. Obviously I have gone away on various jaunts and holidays before, missing him yes, but having lots of fun and not noticing the "missing" bit as much. Being left behind is different, it's that same routine as every day life, but missing a chunk of familiarity.

He'll be flying back tomorrow, as long as the job goes as planned without any hiccups. Yay for snuggle anticipation.