I sent Matt off with much hugs, kisses, and tears. We cried together, then he stepped through the security gate. He wiped his eyes as he put his shoes back on, and we just looked at each other - separated by a metal gate and already thousands of miles. One last wave to each other, and he was gone.

I don't know when I'll be with him next. We have so many things we have to accomplish before we can see each other. At least 5 months, if we're lucky and it all falls into place.

My bed is so empty. I can smell him in the house, my bed, see things set up the way be moved them around.

Even once we overcome all of the economic/monetary bullshit, we still have to deal with all of the visa red tape.

I miss my best friend. I'm so alone here. No family, few friends.

Fuck my life.