So my wife is away.
She’s in Australia working with the Queen of ‘cake majesty creation’ to hone her skills before she open’s Shanghai’s first cake art gallery.
To be honest, given she is already hand making and baking stuff like this …
… I don’t know what else her mentor can teach her but then all I do is eat the stuff so what do I know.
Anyway here’s the thing …
While I knew I’d miss her when she went, I have to be honest and say the first couple of days were quite nice.
Got up late.
Watched docos on subjects she hates.
Played Xbox and ate pizza. In my pants.
Ruled the bed.
Even the cat actually paid me some attention for once.
Bloody brilliant.
And then it happened.
Within a few days, I realised how much I missed giving her a hug before I got up … discussing who would get the cat shit … talking gibberish [remember what’s she’s like when she’s either falling asleep, or just waking up] … watching her eat toast and drop crumbs everywhere … not finding thousands of glasses and mugs all over the place because she has this problem about using the same thing twice …
The place felt different, not just emptier or quieter … but like it wasn’t “home”.
It’s so easy to hanker for the ‘good ol’ days’, but when you get a littler reminder of how it once was, it’s funny how quickly you realise that while it was good then, it not for you now – at least for the long-term – so while I’m very happy she’s doing something that makes her excited and fulfilled … I hope she comes home soon because it’s just not right without her.