So I've learned that extended travel -- the kind that keeps me from Tyler -- makes me incomprehensibly depressed. I've been traveling for what seems like non-stop for the past couple months and I'm worn thin. This trip is the light at the end of the tunnel.
Tyler came with me to the Facebook Austin holiday party. I was THRILLED that he was able to meet my Austin family. I'd been wanting him to see and experience Austin the way that I have been these past few trips. But then, Sunday came around, and he flew home. I still had the full week to go. 5 days isn't that long, but after the amount of travel I've been doing it feels like eons. I just want my husband. I want to see him and hear him laugh and touch his skin.
I used to be great at being alone, but now that I have Tyler... what's the point?