Little Goodbyes
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querrelle went, I stayed.
I very much prefer it the other way--or, better yet, we go together.
Ouais, ouais it’s only a week. And I’m not very interested in a few quality days in Hong Kong right now (the Precious in this instance is holiday/leave/vacation time, and I ain’t wasting it on the dulcet sounds of Cantonese). So I would’n’t have arranged things any other way. I’m glad he’s revisiting old haunts (he lived in Hong Kong for nearly 3 years, including the handback to China in ‘97. In fact, our Mr.querrelle hasn’t set foot off of Australia since he emigrated 2.5 years ago.
Wow, I can’t imagine not travelling interationally for 2 years. Even Canada.
We did all the important things. Lots of bangin’ to even out over the 6 nights apart. (our usual) Good communication about life, the universe and everything. Food. Sleep. Buckets of affection. Then it was off to the airport, a relatively painless check-in--except I was gearing up to fight about his pre-assigned seat being taken away (20k to 26b). Then I realized 20K was the baggage allowance--d’oh! Aisle forward, not near bassinettes or ‘loos. I take care of my own, yo.
Then a trip to the outside Observation Deck in the International Terminal @ SYD--very much recommended, weather permitting. We snuggled, chatted, had a pash or 5. Then we walked to Passport Control and he was through. I grabbed the train to the City (we exchanged a couple of SMS en route), to recharge my mobile, poke my nose in a few shops (I seek powdered, colour-safe bleach. Goddamnit). Picked up a couple of DVDs for $AU each: Once Were Warriors and Sordid Lives. I was talking myself into wandering down Oxford Street, when I realized my heart just wasn’t in it. Bus home, a couple of genuinely morose hours.
But I’m not so good at the pity pot anymore. I grazed on some food, watched some telly, chatted a bit online, decided to take a nice bath. Now I’m still lonely, but it’s countered by feeling toasty and warm. I may even stay up until 23h00.
Or not. He arrives in HKG around 01h00 Sydney time. I told him to call in the morning, but I’ll have the phone nearby regardless. Juste en cas . . .
querrelle went, I stayed. I very much prefer it the other way--or, better yet, we go together.
Ouais, ouais it’s only a week. And I’m not very interested in a few quality days in Hong Kong right now (the Precious in this instance is holiday/leave/vacation time, and I ain’t wasting it on the dulcet sounds of Cantonese). So I would’n’t have arranged things any other way. I’m glad he’s revisiting old haunts (he lived in Hong Kong for nearly 3 years, including the handback to China in ‘97. In fact, our Mr.
querrelle hasn’t set foot off of Australia since he emigrated 2.5 years ago.Wow, I can’t imagine not travelling interationally for 2 years. Even Canada.
We did all the important things. Lots of bangin’ to even out over the 6 nights apart. (our usual) Good communication about life, the universe and everything. Food. Sleep. Buckets of affection. Then it was off to the airport, a relatively painless check-in--except I was gearing up to fight about his pre-assigned seat being taken away (20k to 26b). Then I realized 20K was the baggage allowance--d’oh! Aisle forward, not near bassinettes or ‘loos. I take care of my own, yo.
Then a trip to the outside Observation Deck in the International Terminal @ SYD--very much recommended, weather permitting. We snuggled, chatted, had a pash or 5. Then we walked to Passport Control and he was through. I grabbed the train to the City (we exchanged a couple of SMS en route), to recharge my mobile, poke my nose in a few shops (I seek powdered, colour-safe bleach. Goddamnit). Picked up a couple of DVDs for $AU each: Once Were Warriors and Sordid Lives. I was talking myself into wandering down Oxford Street, when I realized my heart just wasn’t in it. Bus home, a couple of genuinely morose hours.
But I’m not so good at the pity pot anymore. I grazed on some food, watched some telly, chatted a bit online, decided to take a nice bath. Now I’m still lonely, but it’s countered by feeling toasty and warm. I may even stay up until 23h00.
Or not. He arrives in HKG around 01h00 Sydney time. I told him to call in the morning, but I’ll have the phone nearby regardless. Juste en cas . . .
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Date: 2004-09-25 06:24 am (UTC)lolol! the exciting riske world of housewifery. :-D
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Date: 2004-09-26 03:06 am (UTC)Arrived safe
Date: 2004-09-25 09:36 am (UTC)Pola's maid was here to greet me as planned, albeit a bit grumpy at being kept up so late. The apartment is mammoth and I haven't explored it yet, but managed to pick up a weak, unencypted wireless signal in my bedroom(yay!)
Missing you lots, but enjoying my little adventure. Feels very strange coming back here - the routine of arriving back at the airport is so familiar that it's like I've just been away for a business trip.
Very warm & sticky here.
Talk to you in the morning :-) Love you, and can't wait to marry you.
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Date: 2004-09-25 05:12 pm (UTC)love you too and we're "going to the chapel and we're gonna get ma-a-a-ried!"
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Date: 2004-09-25 09:13 pm (UTC)Your window shopping, grazing, tv, purchases etc. reminded of some of my coping behaviors when set a bit adrift.
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Date: 2004-09-26 03:03 am (UTC)Cheers Alec
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