You’d think that being long distance for all 4 years of college would somehow make me immune. That it would give me some sort of resistance, that I wouldn’t be very affected by it. Unfortunately, that’s not the case.
Jake has been out of town this week, visiting family in Texas. And it’s not only been hard, it’s been a lot harder than I expected. Maybe it’s because I’ve gotten used to having him around. You know, the whole being married thing. After so many years of being apart and taking it day by day, I’ve been spoiled waking up next to him every morning. Now when I get in bed my feet stay cold.
This isn’t actually the first time we’ve been apart since we got married. I’ve been gone several times, for a few out of state weddings, for WPPI, etc. I think that’s the difference, too. I was the one that was gone. I was the one who had all the distractions and the fun while Jake was stuck at home. Being on the other side? Not so fun. I’ll be a lot more reluctant to leave next time, knowing this is how it feels at home.
A few good things, though. He comes home tomorrow. (Big sigh of relief.) And this isn’t something that happens regularly. He doesn’t have to travel for his job every other week, or worse, be sent over seas for an unknown amount of time. I have so much respect for women who have to deal with that. SO much.
No, Jake will be back home tomorrow night and everything will go back to normal. That right there is enough to make me feel blessed beyond what I deserve. And I never want to forget it.
Oh yeah, this is how I coped with his absence…. Dark chocolate and chick flicks. I mean, what’s not to love about Mr. Darcy?
