Okay, yesterday I was one soppy mess and a big attention whore. I could easily justify that to myself since I dropped Peter off at the Airport for his two-weeks trip to the land down-under. Good for him, bad for me. I hate being alone for two weeks.
But today I picked what's left of me back up from the floor and stopped being sad. Peter is gonna experience a great new Australian adventure and will be back before I know it! And since I have some really good friends I'm not afraid to be alone those two weeks. So I'm not sad anymore! Whoohoo!