Zip, zip, zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzip! Click! Click! Slap…….rrrrrrrrrrrrrrroll, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrd! It’s 5 a.m. and I’m blurry eyed as the cat licks my face to get me out of bed. Okay, I know he’s leaving again but can’t I just wake up later and imagine that he’s gone to the supermarket and will be home later?
It’s our wedding anniversary today. I woke up at 3 a.m. and stuck a “Happy Anniversary” post-it note to the bathroom mirror and went back to bed (I know, terribly romantic of me). As his suitcase rumbles across the tile floor I stumble out of bed to say goodbye. I overheard his call for the taxi so I know it won’t be long. I pick Coco up in my arms and we wave him off at the elevator door. I wonder which is worse…leaving or staying behind?
The elevator door arrived with a loud metallic clang, more rumbling of suitcases across the tile floor as the door creeks open on rusty hinges. We wave again and quietly shut the door behind us. Coco and I snuggle back in bed and she won’t leave my side…it’s like she knows already that it’s just the “Two of us” for the next 4 months. Just yesterday, an elderly cousin was telling us stories of how the great-grandfather was a sailor and that all the children were 5 years apart because that’s how long the contracts were! Can you imagine?
We’re still at Mama’s…it’s 35C outside and she’s got air conditioning! I’m still melting. I wake up again for the third time and eat breakfast. I’m so consumed with hurricane Irene, which looms over my mom’s house on Nevis/St. Kitts, that I don’t even realize I have just sent my beloved on a plane towards it.
Now I will spend the rest of my day tracking his flight to Miami with fingers crossed for a safe trip to the ship. Being married to a sailor ain’t easy.