Esmi-less Day 3

When something that would hurt is bound to happen, there are two things you could do: a) talk/analyze it do death until you're so bored and impatient that you just want it over and done with or b) turn a blind eye on the situation and try to deal with whatever emotion may come up. A couple of days ago, Esmi the Bear and I said our "goodbye's" in Hong Kong with both of us returning to our, er...homelands. We knew this day would come but we dealt with it differently. Him resorting to option B while I made a move for option A. It didn't work as we were bawling our eyes out at the airport when we each had to go to our own terminals and fly to our two homes solo.

I've never lived alone. I have no talent for organizing things on the home front nor do I have a gift for making one's home smelling like lemons on a Saturday morning. Cooking is a new skill I learned when I stared living with Esmi the Bear so even that chore makes me a bit sad. I don't know how to cook for one. I don't know what to do with a whole onion when I just need half for my dish. Boiling rice is also a difficult thing to accomplish since I mastered the rice grain-water ratio that was meant for two. Now, I just burn rice which makes the flat smell like charred liver.

Things'll get better, that's for sure. For now, though, it's hard to try to adjust to not be with someone whom you've been with everyday for two years (almost). I guess I could deal with the separation with emo posts. Also, I'd take The Coach Turned Esmi's advice: I'd plant the other half of the onion: it's much more productive.