On the roller coaster again

I just spent an amazing week with Peter.  I will write more about it later including our trips to Pamplona and La Rioja and some of my new Spanish breakthroughs.  But, I just got back from taking him to the airport, and I'm feeling pretty sorry for myself and for him.  Leaving and being apart doesn't get any easier with time.  I know that this feeling of despair right now will eventually plateau to a point where I'm sad and lonely, but it doesn't overwhelm me.  Right now, though, it is overwhelming, exhausting and pretty terrible and makes me want to jump on the next plane to Chicago.  At least the time between visits now is the shortest yet.  23 days 'til our Chicago+Seattle visit.  Then I come back for about 5 weeks before Christmas. I don't want to think about the period after Christmas, where I only have one trip planned, and it's in March.  As I learned between mid July and late September October, 2 months is a long, un-fun time to be apart.