Yesterday (Thursday) marks one full week as Mrs P. We're already doing better than most celebrities! Sadly, that means that this morning, I had to tearfully say goodbye to Mr P as his time in the UK was up and he had to head back (sad face) and yes, I cried like a little girl in the airport. Again. Even though I'll be flying out there in 10 sleeps time, it still bothers me to be apart from him. So much so that I've spent most of the afternoon (got home about 2/3ish) tidying up or, more realistically, packing and pretending to tidy whilst drinking tea and looking sad. I've calmed down now so tried again to get my head around US bank accounts - no progress. I think the best thing to do is to let my husband sort it out and just give him any documents he needs. I've been trying to puzzle out how best to move too, even though it won't be happening for quite a while. All the furniture can stay here and be sold off, clothes will go with us at the time apart from what we already have over there from our visits, toiletries and the like, I'll just run down to nothing nearer the time and leave anything that's left for my sister. Small stuff like books and photo frames can go over a few at a time each visit we do since I have storage over there. DVDs I'm probably going to get again over there and just sell all my copies here since there's a difference of regions and Mr P has a lot of the same DVDs anyway. All of this planning is just to distract me from being sad about being apart from Mr P. It isn't really helping though since it's a vague and ambiguous plan and I still miss Mr P. All the tidying did was make more space that he isn't in and turn up some of his stuff in my washing basket. *sigh* I knew I wouldn't cope well with this. My one consolation about long distance relationships is that anything difficult is worth doing. We won't get to say goodnight tonight since his flight gets in so late and we have a huge time difference so I'll probably just go eat a whole tub of icecream and watch awful tell until I fall asleep. Tomorrow should be better since I have all day to tidy up like an obsessive crazy person and hopefully have a morning email from him saying he got home safely. *thinks* ...writing a blog in a lot like talking to yourself. Except strangers know what you're saying and can comment on it. I feel even crazier now.