And so begins another hiatus from America for my darling Jamal. He left yesterday for Toronto for a meeting today, and will be flying from Toronto to India on Friday. India, AGAIN. This is his fourth trip since we’ve been together (fifth? I’m losing count) and something like his tenth overall. He’ll be gone for two weeks, but there is totally an upside to the otherwise shitastic reality of being sans-fiancé for 14 days: he’s is stopping in Paris on the way home. Wait wait wait, some backstory.
Here’s the thing about India: it’s really far away. You either have to stop somewhere in Europe on a layover from Bangalore, or fly from Bangalore to Mumbai and do the 16 hour direct flight (nope). His flights home usually have him hanging out in Heathrow airport for a few hours (I’ve reaped those benefits before) but this time he thought, instead of London why not Paris, and instead of a few hours, why not two days?
I know what you’re thinking, that I died of jealousy and threw an enormous, envious fit. And you’d be somewhat correct, but here’s the thing about Paris: I love it. And I love that Jamal loves it, enough it decide to cut his India trip short by two days and give himself a mini-vacation. Am I jealous? OF COURSE…but mostly that he gets the flight for free. I’m genuinely really happy for him that he gets to go back (that he wants to go back!). He’s staying in an apartment in Montmartre and had been talking about going back to “our” cheese shop on Rue des Abbesses, and “our” restaurant on Rue Tholozé. How exciting for him!
Oh, and if he happens to bring home tons of presents, I guess that’s exciting for me, too. Ahem.
So here we go, kiddos. Who’s ready to keep me entertained?