Remember my “Going to the Distance” post? In case you missed it, you can read it here, to catch up. The point was, I’m testing out the two theories:
1. “Absence makes the heart grow fonder.”
2. “Out of sight, out of mind.”
I’m in a “long distance relationship” for two months this summer. That’s not exactly a long time but the distance is far—5,000 miles and 8 hours apart. It’s been a month now so I’m about at the half way point. And as of yet, I can’t say that I can confirm either theory. But I can give this observation as of now:
It’s easier for the person who goes away.
You’re immersed in an entirely new world, with new friends, classes, and places to visit. All I have to visit is my room every day (and my hour drive to work every day and back). I find myself feeling homesick and I’m home!
It has actually been quite hard on me. Surprisingly. But just because it’s been challenging so far doesn’t mean that it won’t turn around. I believe that it will. My happiness has held out for me long enough—it’s time that I take hold of it.
I have five more weeks of Facebook, Skype, and other devices that I prefer not to frequent constantly. I can’t decide if it would be better to distance myself or to go the distance. I have a feeling it will be the latter.
The Sunny Girl, Lauren Cook