So what does one do when one's love is on the other side of the planet?

One mopes for some time each day, one gains feeling of emptyness living in an apartment that only both of you have lived in before, one amuses oneself with girly movies that would never be hired out from Blockbuster at any other time, one spring cleans and notices dust that one has never noticed before, one sleeps with moose named after loved one, one turns into pathetic, whiny, shadow of former independent, single self and realises how good she got it.

The Canadian and I have been apart for 19 days, the longest, in fact the only real time apart since he moved to Australia 2 years ago. He is currently onboard his flight home to Sydney and is only about 6 hours in, poor thing.

So today and in the last week I have:

• Cleaned the shower, toilet, sinks and entire bathroom.


• Cleaned the kitchen top to bottom, rearranged kitchen knick knacks, organised underneath kitchen sink.


• Grocery shopping


• Cleaned