Being alone is so hard, no one can tell that better than me. I m in States for now almost 4 weeks, away from family and friend. I m living in Santa Barbara downtown and this place is full of restaurants and pubs. Evenings are great – lots of beautiful people around, it feel like love is in the air. So that’s all the more reason to hate being alone. I m missing my wife, which I always do when she is not around, but this time it’s different. Usually she is the one who is on the move, and I wait for her at home. This time there is a slight role reversal – she is at home and I am away.
The only good thing being away from her is that it constantly keeps reminding me how important she is in my life, and how difficult is life without her.
