The countdown is on. My husband is flying on June 15 and will arrive here in Portland, Oregon Sunday, June 15.
It has been a whirlwind. Every night I have one project or another to do in preparation for his coming. I decided to take tomorrow off becaue I have so much to do. I guess I just want him to fall in love with our little apartment.
He kept saying, "I arrive on the midnight." So I thought I would have all day Sunday to clean the apartment and make some food. But then yesterday he said, "I made mistake, I arrive 11:20am." YIKES! All of sudden I felt the pressure was on.
I have been trying to lose weight this whole time. But I think I only dropped 5 pounds. Hopefully, he won't notice too much....Got to find some decent outfit to meet him at the airport in (Before I used to wear Indian Salwar Kamiz outfits, but I am not in India anymore). Just went bra shopping the other day. Talk about traumatic damage to the ego!!
I am really nervous about being intimate after such long time being alone (I am self conscious about how I look being 1 1/2 sizes larger than normal). I'll probably get to the airport early just to get a couple of cocktails at the airport bar before I greet him.
Also, never realized this...But I will miss some aspects of living alone. Mostly just doing what I want and not having to confer with someone else about going out, staying in, what to eat, wearing really sloppy crappy cothes (for home only). I think you can become too used to be alone.
I have taken off Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday as vacation for the days just after he arrives. But I haven't made any plans. I want it to be relaxed for him. Not immediately hustle him into meeting all my friends and family or going places.

