Quality Time

Beni and I are still trying to repair and rebuild so that means a whole lot of quality time.  We barely get time alone living in little Albania so we planned 'a date'.  A nice dinner sans cousins, brothers, and friends and it was nice, nice to have him all to myself and even nicer to have heard not one word of Albanian for a few hours.  Over wine he addressed my fears of his jealousy.  It will never happen again or at least that's what he says.  But it might, I have to be prepared for that but I can't just runaway because of one bad night, I have to trust that he has learned his lesson.

Our quality time spilled over on to Margate beach the next morning.  We weren't alone this time, as always we were accompanied by a brother and a friend.  Their towels laid next to ours, yet we made it our own beach, it was easy to do with the England game.  We ignored the crowds in the water, floating next to each other stopping for frequent kisses...yes, we were that couple, the one you hate, yet wonder what they have.  If we were floating in the water, I was burying him in the sand or he was teaching me to head a football.  There is really no better way to spend one of the rare hot days in England...well that is unless you are an England fan (which everyone is), not even the rare beach weather could lessen the sting of an early England exit from the Cup.

It has been a rough week, one of the rougher ones since I've been here.  Depsite the perfect day in the sun, I haven't been able to shake the strong wave of homesickness.  As my family and friends spent the weekend together, I have spent hours missing them.  I may not be stuck in bed anymore but I am still stuck in that rut, a rut that even a day at the beach or a date can't seem to dig me out of.