Georges is leaving for Paris in a few hours. He's packed and now we're basically just killing time... constantly looking at each other, smiling through sad eyes. I know I'm upset because it's lunchtime and I have zero appetite, and the only time I don't have an appetite is when I'm really upset about something.
It sucks that we can't all go home together, but that's the way it is. He has to go back to work, and I have to hang around waiting for the documents will allow me to set up my permanent residency in France as Georges' spouse. We'll only be apart for 12 days, but we've only been married for 9 days. Not long enough for a "separation" already.
Better bring some Kleenex to the airport. For both of us.
