People say it all the time.
“It must be hard when your husband travels… What do you DO?”
“Oh no, it’s fine,” I reply, “we’re used to it.”
Then I laugh lightly. “I enjoy the peace and quiet.”
It is fine. We are used to it. And I do enjoy the peace and quiet.
He travels much less than he used to. And much faster. Singapore and back in four days. Hong Kong in three. Last year he did a full circuit of the globe in less than a fortnight.
He packs well. A black bag, with the right sized pocket for everything; wash kit, tie case, shoes. I sit on the bed watching. In the early days he and I would write each other notes on yellow legal paper to find later. I would find a way to slip one into his briefcase while he read through the itinerary one last time. He would leave one on the pillow for me to find that night. We don’t do that anymore. We trust our love, and besides, we text. Continue reading