And my day is not over yet. 

That heavy feeling I had in my chest yesterday when On saw me off at Wattay International Airport in Vientiane has intensified and followed me all the way back here to Daejeon. I know this sadness all too well of what it feels like to be separated from the one you love. It doesn’t get any easier; only harder every time that On and I are together and then having to be apart again.

But you know, the sadness is worth every precious and special minute that we are together and having the chance to do all the things and see the places we have. The sadness is kind of like the sour in life—“I know sour which allows me to appreciate the sweet.”  

It’s always the roughest the first couple of days and nights until you settle back into a routine, get your bearings and start planning again for the next time. On and I have a lot to look forward to in the next couple of months. It’ll be rough as all long distance relationships are—when you are miles and miles apart from one another—but we’ll be okay. 

Now, I have to think about the two classes I have to teach tonight. My schedule changes yet again. This week I have to teach a children’s class in the afternoon and an adult class in the evening. Sometimes this whole business of ESL/EFL teaching is absurd. Don’t get me wrong it puts food on the table, pays the bills, and now allows On and I to plan for our future, but you’d think there would be a little more thought given to the kind of schedules that some teachers are given. But like I said, far be it for me to complain. Just do my job—and as best as I can—collect my money and get from one day to the next.