Although I do have my visa, of course something had to go wrong with my plans for the triumphant return.
S has a good job, a job that keeps him in money and that usually makes him happy. Unfortunately, he usually does end up on the road a week out of every month, which occasionally (read: always) disrupts our faux marital bliss.
Take, for example:
-- Shooting in Punjab, one day after we moved in together
-- Shooting in Kashmir, Christmas and the surrounding week
And now, we add:
-- Shooting in Punjab, the week I return after being gone for a month
Talk about inauspicious. He's found a way to abscond and meet me at the airport, but he'll leave again the next day to finish the assignment.