Back to home, back to work. Business as usual. Then why does it feel like I'm walking through a fog? Last night was the first night I've slept alone in over 2 months. It's a good thing I was so exhausted, or I may have dwelt on things a bit more.
We went to my security checkpoint first where we said some pretty quick good-byes. It was hard to be watched by his brother and sister-in-law and try to say good-bye. I started to cry, he started to get teary-eyed. We said our quick good-byes and love you's before we both started crying too much. That was that. My plane boarded 45 minutes late and took off an hour later than it was supposed to. I sat on that plane for far too long. My sister picked me up. She had her boyfriend's little sisters with her, 10 and 14 years old (the little one loves me). I held off crying until I heard the voicemail my husband left on my phone before he got on his plane. Then I shamelessly cried in the car.
I cried off and on at work today. I will probably do it again tomorrow. It will get easier (won't it?). I keep telling myself it will. Allah give me the strength and the patience.