Letter seven - Day twelve of your vacation

Dearest J,

Our bed is very comfortable for one, but am trying to get used to not having you next to me. Remember how you said our Mama blanket is too small for the both of us? It's too big for me now.

The weather in the morning has been great the last few days.

I miss vacuuming your fallen hair next to the bed and in the bathroom...now everything looks cleaner, and lonely. The sofa misses your weight, and floor misses your footprints, your leather chair misses its owner, the TV doesn't get switched anymore, your Crocs are gathering dust outside the door, your bike jacket slumps on the hanger, without a function anymore.

It's as if this space is mourning your absence. I shall console it with my love and care...

Had glorious breakfast at Imbi market this morning with the gang, the occasion was TP's sister visiting from Perth with her partner. We over-ordered and had lots of leftover, as you weren't there to help us finish the food, we left them there.

Ann SMS me after the show last night to tell me that I've grown into a very good dancer, though still need lots of improvement. She has seen where I first started - couldn't manage even the warm up routine, she's watching my progress and she's happy for me, and for you.

There's constant development with paperwork and decisions with regards to what you have left behind. Am on a constant shift between being practical and being sentimental, and so it shall be like this for the next few months I foresee.

Remember I wanted to take a vacation in October? Well, I think my next vacation one will indeed be a very much well-deserved one, whenever it may be.

I have to get a bite from the kitchen and try to rest up before I put on my make up for the third performance tonight.

Love you much,

B