Mark says Argentina is wonderful. He's there for another week for his job, filming a commercial for a major airline.
Usually Mark's here to answer my questions - is this photo better, or this one? What the name of that restaurant again? And he's always asking me the same question: 'Are you blogging? You're blogging, aren't you. You're blogging?'
I'm both enjoying and disliking this time while he's gone. It's great to be free to do anything that I want to do. But it's tough after being with someone most of the time to suddenly be on your own.
Finding a middle ground has been tough. Time is limited and after subtracting all the time spent at work, you're left with just a little bit to divide up between being together and doing your own thing.
Now that Mark is moving in, things will be better. Less time will be spent commuting back and forth, and having to remember whose clothes are where. We'll be able to cook more and make our own lunches, since we'll be stocking just one fridge.
For the last few days, the cat has tried to fill Mark's shoes but it's not the same. I fear our language differences are getting in the way.