Hubby’s flight was yesterday at 11am. We knew we had to leave the house by 7am to avoid the usual Sunday traffic. But we were still busy checking and packing his things at 2am. It felt that there are still some things forgotten.

He didn’t want to bring our SLR. He said it’s too heavy and bulky so he opted to just bring a point and shoot. I tease him to take pictures of his hotel room once he arrives, particularly the bathroom tiles and fixtures, which I am so finicky of.

We arrived at the airport on time. BG kept saying we were in an “airplane port” instead of just airport, which is logical, right? He called me when he arrived at Amsterdam. I think he was even joking about something but I didn’t quite get it. I was just happy to hear his voice. (Yuck, emo.)

I don’t feel sad but I miss him. I am happy for I know he’ll have a great time. Last night though, I couldn’t sleep much. I woke up every hour. Ugh! o-O