I have forgotten and probably have never really known what it was like being that person that had to stay behind, while someone you know is leaving for a trip to the Middle East. It is actually kinda strange to feel what I feel, while watching that person pack to leave. Not only pack up the stuff needed for the trip, but most of all the apartment that was the home for awhile. Having to move out, pack up and store stuff again.
I now know how the other person staying at home feels. Already kinda feeling lonely and missing them, and they are not even gone yet.