'Tis the day of ceremonial egg thievery and public displays of graffiti upon the neighbor's Easter chickens. Let us rejoice and pray Egg Santa leaves hardboiled goodness in our shoes tonight.
I may have gotten some holidays mixed up.
So it's Easter. Big day to some, mostly unnoticed to others. I suppose I'm somewhere in the middle. That's not really why I'm writing this, though.
Nay, I've been doing a lot of thinking lately and wanted to throw words at something. Considering the last time I threw words at something my neighbor threatened to call the police on me, I figured dA would be the next best thing.
Recently, my girlfriend had been staying with me for a visit over her college's spring break period. She lives quite a fair ways away from me, and for the majority of the year we are a long distance relationship. When the planets align and we are granted that one bit of togetherness every now and then, all becomes right with the world and the unicorns once again dance around with rainbows shooting from their arse as they frolic through the meadow. Nature is beautiful like that.
We've been going strong for a couple of years now, and this year around Thanksgiving will mark our third year. It seems odd to say that, especially since it's like I blinked and it all happened at once. I don't want to say time flies, so I offer this instead: imagine if time were a paper airplane. Now imagine you duct taped that airplane to a rock and threw it as hard as you could off a building. In the time that it took to soar down and land on some unsuspecting school child, you've had three birthdays and gotten kicked out of at least one friend's wedding for getting intoxicated and falling into the fountain while drunk singing "Firework" by Katy Perry. It's something like that. But I digress.
She left for home a couple days ago. Her train was late by a few hours (yes, hours
) so we were alone with some extra time we didn't think we'd get. It was one of the nicest things that could have happened, even though there were some complications with her getting back home on time. As of this entry, she's back home safe and sound so nobody has to send out a search party. We do accept candlelit vigils and donation pools though, so if your wallet is feeling heavy we can give its contents a good home.
We got to talk about a lot of things and generally just enjoy each others' company. When it finally came time to board, I followed her out to the train tracks and bid a mental "to heck with you, establishment"
to the "ONLY TICKETED PASSENGERS BEYOND THIS POINT" sign on the door leading out. The security there is surprisingly relaxed. One final kiss and hug and she was off on the journey home.
I tell you what, it's always hard to watch her leave, but there was nothing quite as empty feeling as walking back through that station alone and hearing my footsteps echo while not having a second set to accompany them. Even now, my mind is conditioned to think that she's right here with me. However, it's not all dark and dreary.
In having a long distance relationship, we got to develop our emotional and mental connection long before our physical one. I consider this an advantage. It also makes every visit that much more meaningful. I think of each visit as more of a countdown to us finally being together for good rather than an individual visit we have to say goodbye to each other to after it's done.
To anybody reading this who might also be in a long distance relationship, don't give up. Yeah, it blows sometimes, and yeah, it's not the preferred choice for a relationship, but it can work. If you're willing to put in the effort and it's something you truly believe in, disregard any criticism you may receive.
We've heard it all already..."Long distance doesn't last."
"You don't know what they're doing without you."
"You need to see each other X amount of times a year, or it won't last."
"Why don't you find somebody local?""It's not a real relationship."
I could go on, but you get the idea.
When it clicks, it clicks. No amount of outside influence from people who know nothing of the situation is going to change that.
Moral of the story: carry on, my long distance brothers and sisters, carry on.
If you know it's right for you, naysayers can get bent.