Wheee, I’m back in Hong Kong again from Singapore. Spent a short weekend back home cos tix to HK from SG was way too ex ($560 on Cathay!) so Matt paid for my quick weekend back. As thrilled as I was to see him again, I really dreaded the flights. I’m REALLY not a fan of flying. Why can’t I just spend the 3 hrs 40 mins on my couch, not being to move (to compensate for the lack of space in planes) and get to SG? And I promise to just make one toilet trip from my couch during that 3 hrs 40 mins. Why is that not good enough?!?!
I counted that I’d flown 44 times during the past year. That equates to one plane ride every 8.3 days. And I wonder how many hours was spent in air. Actually, the hours spent in air are fine. At least you’re getting to somewhere. It’s the getting to the airport two hours before that I hate hate hate. Such a waste of time!!
Ok, I shall quit whinging and settle our Xmas holiday instead so I can look forward to something new! Not sure if I’m gonna see the boy in Nov… :( If I don’t, it’ll be another 6 weeks till I see him. Did I mention LDRs suck?
But that said, it does really make the times spent with Matt much sweeter. And his bad habits don’t get to me as much. Seat up or down, dirty linen on the floor or laundry basket… I guess I don’t get those problems as much yet. Of course I’m happy to put up with such bad habits if that means getting to live with him but I’m just trying to look on the bright side here! We’ve been together 19 months now and 15 months are spent apart. I find it amazing sometimes how we do it…
The past weekend took off on a bad start but I’m so glad it got better halfway. We had a small squabble and honestly, it was his fault. It was! Hahahaha, I admit most of the time, I’m the one who stirred shit up but this time round, it was really his fault! So anyhow, I gave him the cold shoulder for a while. But he apologised after. Like, REALLY apologised. Which was really sweet cos most men I know try to go about in other ways to make their apology known but never a straight-forward “sorry”. But Matt did and he said it several times and he hugged me tight and told me he understood why I was upset.
Aw, this is probably one of those situations where you do get closer after an argument.
Ok, back to a hectic work week(s) and my first wisdom tooth extraction this weekend! I’m very, very scared. :(
