Questa è Enida

It has been a while, si. A month, at least. But it was a month of sitting on a chair with a back – to lean on. Now I am back to sitting on one that is backless. Be has returned to Sakhalin Island. I guess it isn’t too bad for me. He is back to twisting his balls 12 to 18 hours a day, 7 days a week, for the next 5 weeks. And I am complaining, kicking and screaming because my chair is backless?

Nevertheless, the last month has been an interesting transition…or adjustment, or whatever you want to call it. We did not anticipate Be being gone longer than 5 weeks at at time, but before he came home on November 2nd, he was in Sakhalin for 8 weeks. Enough for him to grow a bear-beard, which he did. Kitreena loved it. I…I had a tough time looking for his lips, to say the least! So, the bear-beard went down the drain the first night Be was home. Heeeee!

Eight weeks was also more than a Deputy Manager can handle to lose two Managers in a high-profile project like Sakhalin. But ah well, it was written on the wall that the project is not for the fainthearted. So fainthearted fighters come and go. Only survivors stay.

I, on this other end, was busy trying to fight the urge to ‘consume’. You know how the theory of consumption goes, don’t you? If you can’t consume with your hands, you consume with your mouth. In my case, it was the calorie cum cholesterol consumption. Both, hands and mouth! Pehhh! It was quite a challenge to just kuis-kuis food when you actually want to lick the plate clean. And to top it all, try eating out with someone who is craving for everything but Russian camp-food, in Malaysia!

So November came and went. It was indeed a month of adjustments, transitions…or whatever you want to call it. Be left for Seoul early this morning, after an hour of our lovers-quarrel heart-pouring session. It wasn’t easy being away from each other for a month or two at a time. And it was still challenging trying to make time for each other when he was back for a month. There’s the kids in between, and all the stuff needing attention – and my demanding job (and him in his attempt to make sure things go 100% as planned).

Nobody says adjusting is easy. Nobody says parting is sweet. And in times like this…I say love is timeless.