Do you ever dance with joy as well?
This week, Tamer had to go on a business trip for 2 days, he flew to the capital of Saudi Arabia, Riyadh. I wasn’t really fine with it, he wasn’t either. We haven’t been apart for more than a few hours since March.
I managed to get myself successfully distracted in the first day, but by the evening I was already missing him too much.
“Come home,” I told him through a video call before he went to sleep in his hotel room.
He arrived only the next evening, practically in the middle of the night. I was feeling kind of cranky. You know that feeling? When you miss someone and then you start brewing some sort of grudge because the person coming back is taking too long, even though it is beyond their control. The travel protocol takes longer now with all the security measures during these times.
Now we are home together again. And yesterday we literally danced with happiness and had fun like we hadn’t for a long time.
