My summer break began on June 23 as a solo parent with kids. I embarked on a journey to the airport, where I was eagerly anticipating the arrival of my spouse, who had taken a different flight to the same airport. The moment I saw him at the baggage claim, my heart filled with joy and bliss. It was 2:30 am when his flight landed, but he patiently waited for us, and we quickly retrieved our bags before meeting our driver to head back to our "home."
Upon arriving home, despite the presence of others, settling in was not easy. I had to unpack, arrange the drapes for the beds, fluff up the pillows, and even be a part of the preparation of breakfast. While I missed our home in Muscat, we made the best of our time, going on various outings and experiencing a mix of emotions throughout the weeks.
Some days were filled with elation, while others brought feelings of sadness and depression. Despite the rollercoaster of emotions, the time spent with family and the joyful reunion with my spouse made this summer break a memorable and cherished experience.
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