Nature abhors a vacuum

We're a quarter of the way through this detachment already. I'm feeling optimistic today and as ever constantly excited at the thought of his coming home. I thought I would have too much time on my hands while he was away. That I would sit by the window like a lovesick puppy pining for his return. However, the days are just flying past me. I'm busier than ever and have barely even touched the bucket list I prepared to keep me distracted.
That long countdown to his leaving date was in some ways harder to go through than this. I worried how I would ever survive on my own for that long. I worried we would start to get used to being by ourselves and grow apart. I worried that when I was a kid I was the worst penpal ever and I would struggle again to write regularly.
I needn't have worried.
I'm fortunate that we can talk online fairly often, though his sporadic phone calls are always unexpected and leave me buzzing with pure happiness. Keeping on writing hasn't been a problem because I think of him all the time and crave sharing everything with him. It's not been easy though and there have been moments where a hug would have solved everything but I just had to plough on. Reaching the quarter milestone has brought some comfort in knowing we can do this. Just a few more quarters to go!