Wednesday I dropped off Lori, Alyssa and Ashley at the San Francisco airport with my parents where the 5 of them boarded a big bird headed to Europe where they will spend two weeks hitting Italy, France, Switzerland and Germany.
Part of me is thrilled that they get to do this trip. It started when Ashley did a report for school, years ago, about Florence, Italy and some of its architecture. My dad told her that they would take her there some day. Last year, they booked it, and Alyssa and Lori wanted in! I had enough airline miles to send all three of them with my parents, so Alec and I decided to stay home.
I know Lori and the girls will have a blast touring Europe with my parents… but the house is so quiet! Alec works and hangs out with his friends a lot, so many days it’s been just me.
Why is this so different than when I travel twice a month? I can’t figure it out. I’m gone about 7 days a month on average, in hotel rooms by myself. I’m used to being alone. But this is worse!
Is it because I’m here at home… and I’m used to this home being full of activity? This home is never without Lori, my best friend. And now everything I see and do reminds me of her:
Get the morning paper—she always spreads out the paper on the kitchen table while drinking her coffee in the morning.
Put on my running shoes—we always run together.
Crawl in bed by myself—an empty bed.
I walk in the girls’ room to feed their fish or open the windows at night. Ashley’s phone is turned off and sitting in its little stand. Alyssa’s purse is sitting on her desk. The room is tidy and the beds are made (and that is weird!!!). No girls. Just quiet.
I’m counting the days til Monday, July 9th.
I’m so glad they are getting this awesome life experience. I can’t wait until it’s over!