Long distance... two words that I absolutely cannot stand. Anything that can be referred to as 'long distance' seems as though it should take a lot of effort, be emotionally draining, physically demanding etc. and as such, is difficult for my lazy brain to compute. Although I refer to any number of long distance things (long distance running, long distance swimming, long distance telecommunication... whatever that is) what I'm mainly referring to is long distance relationships.
They're hard and at times make me so angry I could throw my computer across the room. And I love my computer. No student can afford forty minute long distance international phone calls, so I'm stuck with delayed image reception Skype, msn messenger and the odd email. I don't know how anyone can survive an international long distance relationship for more than a year, without being able to physically reach out and touch the person you're supposedly in love with. All credit to those who do, I say. Bloody well done.
My boyfriend and I have been doing the long distance thing for almost a year now and it freaks me out sometimes that although I miss him terribly, I have adjusted and at times can live quite happily without him again... To the point that when we talk, I'll be anxious to get away from the internet and do something seemingly more worthwhile with my time - like plonk myself down in front of the TV and eat potato chips. It makes me wonder what's going to happen when he eventually comes back - how exactly are we going to slip comfortably back into the life we had before? He's inevitably changed, I've obviously changed and things are possibly going to be even more tough than they are now.
I've found preparing packages and gifts to send to him helps a lot when I'm feeling like I have no idea who he is anymore. Remembering the things he likes, and the reasons I fell in love with him in the first place certainly seem to help me regain determination for this to work. Here is a part of the half serious, half ridiculous present I have ready for his birthday in two weeks. It's open to interpretation about which present corresponds to which adjective.
Ok, so looking at it here, a bottle of Trublood and a book on global fashion may not be the norm per se; and to be completely honest I have no real explanation why I chose these as gifts...
But I know that's exactly why he'll like it.
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