Mouse is out of town, again, and I’m left to mope around the apartment without him. I know it cannot be helped; in his line of work, travel is inevitable. He has to go to the auctions, because they certainly cannot come to him. (And, in all fairness, I was the one out of town last week.) Still, it doesn’t make me miss him any less. Since I’ve been back, it feels as though work has taken over our lives. We’ve both thrown ourselves back into our respective careers, and have seemingly become slaves to our jobs.
It had to happen, I guess. Even though I had a full-time job in Australia, we spent the better part of last year traveling. That kind of lifestyle isn’t really sustainable, and we knew it couldn’t last forever. So, now that we’re both stateside, life has become much less adventurous and much more practical. And, for the most part, neither of us object. Our careers are important, and we and recognize the necessity of putting in the time to succeed. It’s just a little frustrating when our schedules require us to spend more time apart than together.
More often than not, we feel like ships passing in the night. Even if we both are in town, we count ourselves lucky to steal a few minutes together as my day is ending and his is beginning. Between my night shifts and his demanding schedule, it’s nearly impossible to spend much time together. It can be a frustratingly lonely existence. The irony of the whole situations is that I left Australia largely because I missed him. But now that we’re living together again, I’m still missing him. What a ridiculous situation. It just doesn’t seem fair.
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