So bambi has been offline for the third day in a row**. I am twitchy and restless. I am used to pretty much constant contact when our timezones align.
He is overseas, staying in a small, remote village in a foreign country. He has had internet access in the place he has been staying, but apparently it is now broken. He has only a ‘voicemail-to-email’ cell number, and there are no internet cafes, there is no free wifi ‘in town’, he is essentially incommunicado.
I miss him.
I am relieved and happy that his flights are already booked, and that we had agreed that I would find him local accommodation, so the logistics are settled. I don’t have to be concerned about the practical side, even if this continues for the next few weeks. We are fine.
But I still hate it.
Today when I was in the supermarket I got a text from an unknown number:
“Omfg hi hi hi, internet is out still, might be out for a week. I’m still alive and being good I miss you SO MUCH UGHHH”
I was embarrassingly like a giddy schoolgirl after not hearing from him for days.
“*hugssssss!!!!!* You just made my day!!! I miss you too!!!!! *flails about madly*”
I love so much that one of his first thoughts was to reassure me that he was ‘being good’ *swoon*. Fucking adorable.
I was surprised (and happy!) about my reaction. I finished my shopping all smiley-faced.
I enjoy that I feel this way: I’m on edge because he isn’t around, there’s a jittery unfocussed restlessness, an impatience. It is a positive energy, I’m grateful that it’s there. It bodes well for the possibilities.
** This post sat in my drafts for a day or so. It has now been 5 days with only a few text messages and a couple of really short emails when he found a connection… Grrrrr… *kicks dirt*